Head and Torso

Nothing-ness fills me again. Once visiting a funeral home, a child asked me, why do the people die ? How do I explain the dark side of life ? A blunt trauma, makes me jaded. One collapsing process creates the black hole. A nude, the tall figure, stands on the rock, much venerated, and you cannot take off the eyes, deciphering the skin. In the intense pain of? learning, a fantasy of looking out at a ghost deity in the vegetable, springs a miracle. Satish Verma