We The Possessed Poem by Satish Verma

We The Possessed



Unsung, the crazed,
follows an ailing Buddha―
moving in dark.

Not relegionism.
A black sea floods the light.
The bulls were ready.

Ephemeral myths.
You want to move the rock
on the sand dunes.

Wednesday, January 30, 2019
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Doug Bentley 07 February 2019

marble! brilliant darkness!

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