Solubility Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Solubility

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Light not fallen on the pot
Good heavens! conventional light fell just now.

Aqua regia? Acid?
Night blackish gold or Night-platinum?
Fusible?

Night-milk?
Would turn into posset?
Darkness condensed around the root.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness
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