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The Realm of Burden

Carry me now, in the direction of silence. I have heard of its healing springs, offered freely, precious goods, handed down, by a caring hand. To want ice after winter must be lunacy. But, at dawn, I find myself asking, for freezing water in my face, to wake me up, for good. Daytime clarity, the […]

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Mere Human Trouble

Universal symbolism. The hands of man stretched in a receiving gesture towards the sky. The golden son and the slaughter of the first-born. Thus, from Krishna came Christ. I know One who ate dirt, to let Mother see the universe, in his mouth. My Lord is a herdsman king. Above all constraints, equally at home […]

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The Green Table

What good is liquor, if you have nothing to hide, from yourself? An open book, I am, all is written on the cover. The message is useless, if you look at the face of the news bringer. Deduce from incomplete information, what you already know is true. My mind does not move – truth from […]

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Ex Gratia

I do not deserve to be seen, by the eye which penetrates, in all directions. Moth to flame, amid an ocean of oil. Reality, torn asunder, broken, into infinite pieces. The rules of the world lifted, its threads – unwinding. He shelters me from greater gifts, undeserved. Underneath my home, seismic shifts, the hot embrace […]

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Jagat

Titanic growth, fundamental movement. Man-made machine. A universe that permits human and non-human intelligence. Recently, Man learned to speak. Today, God rises. Against this backdrop, I write. A footnote in the history, of mankind, life, and the universe. I played my part, in the greatest story ever told. I lived in an age of unseen […]

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World Builder

When you can go no further, open the wine bottle, where I drained the serpent tongue. Venom carried since the cradle, in your own veins. Never held close, to anyone’s heart, not even your own. Starved, born of naught. Appreciated from a distance, as an actor on a stage, projected, on the wall. A world […]

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No Evil

I stand above the precipice, of two worlds – at day, I work, at night – I work. To give me to the world. Being Someone, if necessary. Being No one, whenever possible. I am an empty bottle, I fear, a tight throat, not a drop within – what can I give? An old dog, […]

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Horse for a Hen

To leave behind, a body of work, a crown of memory. A new beginning awaits. Work is ceaseless, even in the heavens. But I will never truly tire. Lost my breath, back against the wall, knife to the neck, but I am here. Set straight by the tyranny of the world, overbearing mother, to demand […]

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He Is Smiling

Do as you will. Great conqueror, success is permanent, so are victory and wealth – a fragile dream, like an egg. No other point exists, but the zenith – a laughable delusion. Walk on eggshells, not to wake the giant, of your own making. Too late. Cannot go back, even for a moment. Certain recoil, […]

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One Too Many

Who will read? The world is ending. He. Who will remember? He. Work, unconcerned, undisturbed, by what if. The future knows, that you are looking, it will shift, and turn its back. Delicate plans, flowers in the desert, to be watered by your tears. No, He said. Pretend not to hear, feign interest, dismiss lightly, […]