Riding the back of a sensual saint
a white tiger was turning the human genome into ashes.
The moon was climbing up.
Snips were becoming tainted.
Decoding the helix has brought down the god into a module.
I am encircling the basic truth.
Sky is turning dark.
Saffron bull has broken the golden gate.
Blood is spilled on the sidewalk lined with marigolds.
I am standing alone on a pathless beach.
Sea has sent back the harvest of grief.
From the periphery, agitation starts.
Center has no choice.
Absolutely self-ending-in-self.
Each breath comes discreetly deep in the ravines of soul.
Neighbours were watching...
