Swarming

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes fluidus but life was questioning again. You take to wars with thousand of nukes: still the daffodils were dancing. Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden moons and clouds: the red river, spiteful, has changed the course. Ah, the snaky hate hisses with split tongue. Mockery of towers plays again. The dumb leather did not forget the shape of the baby. million needles were still crawling. Thick boundaries were steaming hard. All nipples, no furs to walk on the flames. SATISH VERMA