Code of the veil was
darkening. You were searching for an
unwritten message in bandanna.
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It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.
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Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen
like the marrow, in the limbs of life,
producing blood cells
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The falling poem was
in bruising gamble of winter
of troubled life,
bound to a staircase:
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Give me back,
me back, my affections.
I had planted the kisses on
melting lamps.
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Jinxed out
was the sex panel
on the honour’s integrity.
Deep water a fish
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Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning
the quartz, O December.
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Would not place any price-tag
on me. Like a mannequin dug out from a pit
goes for sale.
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You asked for an explanation
for a flame. A bat
flies in a passage of pain.
A poem becomes an accuser.
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