The Woods Are Burning
Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain;
become yourself.
The space between thoughts
must increase.
I am trying to widen –
the scope of death. Something
was alive in shadows.
The fiction was rising.
Dust and clouds will blast
together. I want to meet
the snowcapped peaks of sadness-
which brings the human-
face of flesh eaters. No bones
were left to fight for.
Satish Verma
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