Riding the back of a sensual saint
a white tiger was turning the human genome into ashes.
The moon was climbing up.
Snips were becoming tainted.
Decoding the helix has brought down the god into a module.
I am encircling the basic truth.
Sky is turning dark.
Saffron bull has broken the golden gate.
Blood is spilled on the sidewalk lined with marigolds.
I am standing alone on a pathless beach.
Sea has sent back the harvest of grief.
From the periphery, agitation starts.
Center has no choice.
Each breath comes discreetly deep in the ravines of soul.
Neighbours were watching...