Retrievability

Shredding begins.
One by one all the leaves fall, like disrobing.

The words hang around, the naked soul.
You have to catch
the essence.

Deep in the sea-
lies the earth like pain. It
rises- when you prod-

to recover the intensity.
The center and tangent,
both, cry.

Perception comes, when
you break the -
giant silence, searching for a poem.