A Bruised Memory

Satish Verma

The basics to live 
was with the peeling off, 
the tangerines. The innovative flight 
takes you to surrealism― 

of a countdown, which begins 
to send a subsonic device 
to small jupiters. 

You receive the call and 
jump into black sea― 

eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge. 

This moment after sometime splits, 
ejects the god particle. 
You slip out of backyard 
to embrace the apparition. 

The ending was never a happy thing.

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Divisions Of Time

"...This moment after sometime splits..." When I read an image like this my imagination is renewed. Thank you for sharing this poem - it rocks! :D ~allets~