Death and Apollo

Honeymoon with history was over. A two headed snake was sitting on a coin of leather in grass. Blue tongued jewel was going to serve the enormity of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil of thoughts becomes a vector of violence. Cobwebs of increased blood supply to malignant battle. You die in your own vision. The awns of oblivion pierce the wings of dumbfounding words. Offering shows the fear unlimited. Prices crash in a meltdown. Poverty holds you in doorway. Feathers understand the boundary. A flock of sheep was butchered by a wild beast. SATISH VERMA