mountains and mermaids of emptiness

 

digs a decade of boxed dusts
papers papers papers papers


piled up mess, bundled let-loose nibbled holed  
scribbled blank drawn scheduled struck refined

waiting to be released
waiting to be filled in
waiting to be dumped off


what has come and gone untraceable
were destiny’s jugnus , not were there (m)any
conscious choices

what still remains in apparent eternities
are more the acquired compulsive ghosts involuntarily
shaking in to the routine

what is yet to come looms almost decisive
as bleak shadows of dancing aghoris
of a dangerously difficult cult



mysterious.     the metamorphosis

with
missing blocks names numbers plays days breaths vibes sighs

a vehement maniac
of the copious silverfish in swims
of the choking old bookish sepias

thriving obligate
in melancholic solitude
driving off your parasitic drives


the dire need seems just the quantum of each abstract breath-
     even their lightness feathers
     smell of history and actuarial analytics
     in its hyped to skewed up  extrapolations
     of existential realities

 relativities in motion veil the absoluteness
in warps and wefts of their weighing matter


sheds off
now- traverses in chaotic stillness
towards the vacuum’s dark sanctum