In Quicksand

It is the truth which
never was. After many
deaths I will come to you
to repeal my verses.

The festering earth was
making the rains green,
to suck the dry sands
thrown by the angry winds.

The soul upturns the body.
You will crawl in a tunnel
to come out for sedation
accepting the karma.

A non-acceptance of the
straitjacket. Let the anxiety
rise like a beast.