Dignity

Haze of words. Baked lips had a reticent larynx, Spent out ideas were strewn around on beds. I am sleepwalking. One might lose the self, body, like air leaving the lungs to meet an angel in woods. How far that would be ? Behind the curtain, the head splits. Kerosene was poured on to body after ravaging it You poke into the flesh for a piece of miracle. Trees are cremating the leaves overnight. The gravel in the gale wind enters cornea. A yellow cloud hangs on a rainbow.