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Someone connects a bonsai to elemental peat. Your visual collides a clay bite of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence. My primrose was waiting for you. Polychromes become volatile. An inventive missile leaves the trace for a predator to scoop an angel. I was afraid of wrinkles, the disjunctive pain. Only an insane can walk over the fire. The cat’s claw will take hold of freedom, the bleeding wound of mutual hate. I sit listening to ceasefire, shirtless soldiers cleaning their guns, you still seek the empty vessel. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 7/7/2010 7:12:00 AM
fantasic....actually I would please call it free verse BUT it has the "heart" of a sestina...want to try transforming it? soup mail me? I'm fav'ing it and giving it a 7
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