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Turbulence
by Satish Verma
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  A night out with mosquitoes for a sharp 
comment of urgency to end the war after a decapitated 
unnamed flesh of words found six inches short 
I can write only poems This very ordinary life appears 
to be worthless.

Without vocabulary unsemantic between us I am 
enslaved alive going beyond the stings in my 
heart I try to find my voice burning inside a never 
gone pain do you hear me I am very lonely in the 
jungle of falls. Am I descending?

Infarcts are spreading the paresis inability 
to raise the finger fear of manuscript I am,
never was there in cloudless desert the starless 
night, moonless sky, it is very dark. Out 
of emptiness comes an explosion. Is it a new creation?
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January 19, 2011
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