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Beyond The Stars
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Satish Verma Coming from the dark―
to deceptive bloodletting.
The light was my father.
That eternal moment
of pine cone―
to become the third eye.
The ancient memory
becomes vandalized. I
still treat it with respect.
The unclaimed truth was
yours. I wanted to retrieve
the spoken word.
Incongruously brazen
was your thrust, exhorting
me to drown.
