Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Before their wives arise

Went onward
Into the land of the growing

Where so much sitting
Crossed my path 

Onward into the land of power
A set of mirrors strike the light

Onward where music's fables 
Guide a march of lift and effort

Struggling with impossibilities
Still unfound, still covered, still unspoken and unreflected

Under the territory of time's allusion 

Up past the Kali Kovil
Where destruction meets the watery waters
Lagoonish shade pleasant in its smell
Where early
Very early before their wives arise

The fat and skinny men, saronged but bare chested
Sweep sweep sweep sweep and rake their sandy verges

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