Imperilment

by Satish Verma   Feb 18, 2021


The interstellar
reticence, becomes the
muse of a storm.

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Departure begins,
when the lights are dimmed.
Night licks the moon.

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Now, you can
roll up the stings.
Cadaver will not rise.

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The bell rings?
for the last exhibit.
Moths were waiting.

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