The metaphysics of cardiac arrrest
Caught in the wilderness,
moved from the highways of tour,
wandered I
alone,aghasted..
Night; so long that nights,it seemed.
Lightning-so naughty
that photographs the naked beauty.
Here there,crushes of brooks,
where where,trembling of rocks?
the citizens though not all seen
but the Goorkha owl howls out its being..
The violent notes
Rush to the top
and leave it thus in a deadly pause.
The wind retreats and hides as air in tubes;
Cloud curtains glide to stage the moon in cubes..
Night is then no more.
It chirps the day song.
Sight is then to mourn
For I am now no more.
dt:c.2002
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