Reading Nietzsche

Satish Verma

After knowing you,
I want to unknow me.

Did you reach the
head of the mount to bring
a piece of god?

he went mad asking for
godliness in stones.

When I wake, make
me go to sleep again, among those,
who are slaughtered
by tongue.

Dig me deep. My bronze,
my blood, are going in a free
death, like the fall from
the mission.

The muted thoughts
go for you,
in loud echoes.

I do not speak.