Collective Guilt

profiling the divine phallus on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma of arcane notation starts for that succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder, a green room becomes epiphanic, the voice was gone with black sun ; buried onto neck in the drenched earth the age old sins will be purified today i meet you for a refusal to place wreaths for soft death unceremoniously in the lethal dose for assisted end of life ; a flame hangs like a pendant on the wall, deflowered chaste tree, stretched unchilled in deep wounds : it turns to my inner eye, the voyage to anonymity of incomplete cries of a broken dream, tody sleep not SATISH VERMA