Thirst

Prostrated to such vastness, unable to speak I turned away leaving fear standing where I had come, and the immense river entered into those boundaries I had raised. I watched the pale colors wash away and disappear as the water moved and swelled and flooded all that was, then the bells rang the world awoke with its insatiable thirst that makes all beings irreparably mad. I retraced my self back to the perspiring street and walked across into the shade, to disappear unnoticed and silence became deep with frightening familiarity. I considered it to be just like an abandoned mobile home in Louisiana, where everything was left as it was, to rot, to be dispersed to bury a forsaken giggling past. Wasn’t that a recurrence? It’s funny how fallen into the trap, I cut those knots and all along let the blood drip to mark the narrow path till dusk took over and none was there for others to be seen. I had eaten food that makes your hunger grow, and felt as I wore a dress sown by death itself. Along the filthy canal a putrescent smell arose and the penumbra made the gardens shine. ...That was an ordinary evening on the Ganges’ shore where I had brought my tiny lamp to see the universe.