Seminal
An early bloomer:
you jumped on the otherside,
of Milky Way, at night.
Hearing the voices,
from inside,
becoming a Buddha.
The semen, without light?
sprouts, into a mad tree.
Not normal.
Starts walking at acute
angle, randomly,
for a cosmic, rare encounter.
A severed hand
writes the destiny of man
who went wild.
Satish Verma
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