Blind Swings

gradients vivid, humbling I was collecting a bit of myself reading anatomy of animality spawning the hidden eggs flecks of echos scarring: reconnecting to starry night I could not hold my enrged otherself and the homely smell of gunshots orchestrated to send a message of mayhem – for optic illusion the reptiles have broken the law for an oceanic boat collecting the golden fish on the burning ghats, streetscape full of falling leaves and bloody wings of black crows SATISH VERMA