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Landing Without Gears
by Satish Verma
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  In asci, we stand like 
spores in a floating pain 
in trepidation of something 
evil. 

It was a lily pond. 
The water brings a dead city 
on lotus leaves. I will 
become crazy for small deviations. 

The body bags are full of 
remains. You know everything 
before hand, from alphabet 
to full script. 

In my own way, I will 
decipher the stream of 
death's language. A part 
of your face floats nearby. 

The uncollected legs were 
searching the flame of sorrow 
without digging a hole.
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June 14, 2013
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