The Ritual
Nihilist :
Being observed,
makes you feel undressed, naked.
A linear, ramp rage
rises.
Pieces of time
fall in your mouth. You start behaving
erratically. Hawthorne effect ?
You know how sharp, stout
are the stings ?
Testicles shrink.
The unrelenting zero burns the fat.
The emptiness was howling.
Time was dying,
and dying was time.
Satish Verma
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