The Fabrics

by Satish Verma

A steep drowning
in traffic of curves
of legitimate sin.

It was a super game
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light

years. Are you still
hosting life in cracks
and crevices of pain?

Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were

you serious about bounteous
harvest? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.

20-Nov-2013

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