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Forgetting The Hymn
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Satish Verma Spherules start a pincer attack
on the modesty of an epiphany.
The manifestation was incomplete.
The windows were very small in-
the wind-palace. Only ringdoves
were sitting on the sills, cooing all day.
They were sitting in a row; cross-
legged, the naked monks. As a penance
they were getting the scalp hair pinched off.
Swearing will not help. You need to
suffer like a forgotten language,
like grass blades who bend again & again.
Satish Verma
"...You need to/suffer like a forgotten language..."
Occasionally, an image leaps at me like a mote drifting at the edge of my eye, turned to it vanishes in the light beam that created it. Like that. - Just Bein' Stella