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O leviathan, enter the dark cloud of death defanging fire, the mountain wants to shiver. Sand was slipping from my fists. I cannot hold the time; wet eyes will find another moon. The milk had dried up in body. A heart burns like bonfire, for a heretic. A lone stranger in a city of wolves. A bareback beauty sits on the rock waits for the sea to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite will never call for nothing. Satish Verma