once again, for Karthik
Does not it all bear
the familiar arc say
of just-dawn color
mauve-play at the liminal
curve where sky beseeches
bounded space to give
its shapeless-nest a Cause,
a nape conformed
convex from Orbis,
what has been scored by
breath pressed upon it?
Who then falsely may decree
any matted clot, spark-charged,
blood engorged,
who may not body-charge ahead
and into 'other' merge so must be
flung expunged behind neglected Moon
or plunged through the bruised
ring of abject-ed Space?
Hear me now
Thrice trace
an outline
give form to
now dust me
(I am) awakening
surprise
Here me how
there
and there
and yet
there again
after hammers
caressed
aureoles
and hosannas
do outward turn
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