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Bending the fluid anger, it was coming: from anthills to natural selection, the sexual drive of a violenne; invasive, brutal, the testosterone chasing wet thighs, the night sweats. Kleptomania rising; castration or helium filled masks for assisting suicides were mutilating genes. Multiasking for eugenics ? Hate and revenge hangs a body on the turret of a tank, a wrong for wrong. A little crown, winged pollens scattered on brittle areola, the milky way shying away from midnight sun. The toppled vision in blindness of a tribe unearths the skeletons of mass murders; the fanatics changing the face value of truths. Images do not leave the temples. SATISH VERMA