Priest Writes On Wall


Looking at picture
writing on the face, I will
search myself in you.

I want you take
baby steps after the encounter
with the lost horizon.

The flora, the fauna
of your psyche, illustrates
a sculpture in action.

The blue eyes the
wait for the snake charmer
to bring the vipers kiss.

The pain of dying
at the door of unopened
fort will arrest the vibes.

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