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Anguish Of Scars
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Satish Verma Did you ever touch a god?
There is god's matter, I want to believe.
Flesh eats flesh. Don't stop it.
Your words always freeze
in silent air. I have a deal. There is presence.
You can feel a face unknown.
You can understand me
like Einstein. You can play with the
sorrow of the moon's death.
This is a beautiful poem,
This is a beautiful poem, reading like snippets of overheard conversations. The final two lines present a striking, and maybe even a little frightening, concept of the moon's death. But I doubt the poem indicates anything about the medical health of the Poet.
Starward
Have you spoken to your..
Have you spoken to your doctor regarding a possible change in medication? Keep the faith. You will recover from this. Have they ever determined what the problem is?