Passion Course Poem by Neran Sati
Passion Course
The beast of passion grows out of our differences, the polarities of dust.. till fallen into oblivion, annihilating inner distances.. like an ancient star. Then, as reborn, recycled.. the black hole sucking it, again and again. It image stalled on screen, at event horizon.. with poetry.. inspiring, till end of time. It seed, the primer, waiting for rebirth, in another universe.
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