Under the Covers

Learning something about a cause with remote effect you will have a soul connective to the body. Near the end of the home lies the river of fire. Time to bid goodbye to blind walls and enter the arena of lashings. It was difficult to unremember. The mind rambled and you were chewing the kiss of death. Time traveled in circle, dealing with fear. I waited for the space, to widen between us to breathe forgiveness. Nothing stirs the waves. The water reflects the elegy, a poem for the trapped one. Nostalgia for the brood, the age gives way. Half aloud the evening settles under the covers. Brute claws kill the span. SATISH VERMA