Going Nowhere

you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyong borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was echoing after the shipwreck nevertheless, archives were swimming in muddy water. Can you defeat the throb of pain ? The fake drunkenness of bailouts, it was still not happening – the whiteness of dawn, only gray clouds over the peaks, speckled with orange blooms, the shadows of red blood, a million despairs of avenging marriages of voices in dark sea. SATISH VERMA