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~the lachrymist, of eternal damnations
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the well has dried up
to their last drop this fuming summer in
tramp art diminution of already deserted
hearts
wrinkly as wilting
roses, of scorchy edges in the browning,
a crumpled origami of distant scattery
faceless pieces
eye (i) harvest
tears running down chiseling the cheekway
as erosive coralline sponges in off-white skeletal
remnants
the summerrains
are in an undifferentiating confluence, with teary
effulgence and sweaty crops, in a 'triveni
sangamam', the three in an onenessness, pours
into the howling aloud openmouth, in
ghostly stretches of auto~ amoebic
mangulations
their sounds
are in the smothering by tempest cyclone
Amphan... thuds in thunderous drumming
'rudra thandav'
on this worldly amphitheatre
widespread from the Kailash to Kilimanjaro, till
the deep Pacific trenches and molten earthen core, a
'darking bog' whorls over as the rotating theatric
substratum
an inner 'barking dog'
i saunter this street from door to door in hope of
something, only- no one . nothing- this everywhere.
still the instinctual barks
you hear
pain is the journey
-made as intangibles.. beneath your sophistications-
a cemented surround sound supersonic
corporatism in the towerboom
still i steer ahead steady
jetfast in the rushing winds, in dashing slaps of
chilly kniving in innervations- in a tasting carriage
of each hearty grand teary queen
palanquins
cry .cry . c r y.
until the holy 'teertham' waters of succulent sanctum
rundown in a daily springing deep ritualistic installments
of an unwritten epic in the waiting, desiccate to
wry bones and vacuum
the tears
in transcending transport, onto the hazy pages
of destiny, smudgy become its fatal fonts from
the wetting tears
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