IT COMES

 

It comes

Sowing fevers in veins:

flooding each pore with raging succulence–

light in the sun extinguished

dark………….taut………..siliconed.

 

The silk in bud is torn

and petals crimson the labyrinths

and crushed havocs hurricanes unleash

fury flaming firmaments.

 

Lightnings lash and floors crack

and bleed and down thy pour

dew of dawns

and heaven they hew

alone from lonely lone.

 

Since midnight sewed

the stars to stones

dark dark irretrievably dark

the bone in noon blazes moon

and Sun is sown.

 

KRISHNA SRINIVAS

 

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