Raging Kindness

Suckers of an octopus arm entwine like ziplocks around a bleeding artifact, for signature erase on shared bed. Few oily drops simmer down from the wheels, the raging grief of the centuries. Arrival had been delayed of charred remains of toxic news. Repair of the ozone layer was garlanded as a birthday gift. I did not want the variety of answers. Snakes and lizards have entered into the skins of dark men. You kill a snake, a bruise comes on the face of the moon. SATISH VERMA