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(of death, desertion & deserted incompletion), the faceless

weirdly fluoresces
the faded tarpaulin
creased beyond
fac(e)ts
recognizable

maddeningly stung
with striations
of pitch-black abyss, their
anorexic pouting out
narrowed cuts, in
unheard of distress
calls, literally
in silence

spiced up bitter cups
of noon chai after chai,
'iron'ic moringa soups
in some more crocinous
builds, from the untiring grips
of fair mother�s hand, never
seems to ever dissipate
the self-lambasting alleys-
� �choking in moroccon blue elegies

- once with spherules
hung in kaleidoscopic
views, �high-pitched
talking mynas & screaming
peacocks in indelible
resonance, now

reek of mangled decays
half buried half lost
amongst the rippling whirs
of constantly displacing dunes