Cold, moon beam blue bone
Without lips or laughter,
Staring with famished sockets,
The eyelids pealed,
The pulpy food-seed that saw
Is no more. Hungry holes gape
Filled to the brim with indigo shadow.
Well chiseled head without hair,
Hollow without brain, O bone, O frame
That thought.
Where the mesh and mixture
Of organism and cell, where
The vein that clung to you
And throbbed with secret intent,
Where the sentiment?
O ageless skull
Unfrowning,
The tear has dried with the flesh,
It is dust,
The light has shed, the soul has fled,
My hidden house, my latent expression,
Just you remain
Very powerful verse, Indrajit. Your talent shines in it like a diamond.
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so touched Monika – at least before I become a legacy – hehe
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And yet, will perish sooner than the soul.
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wonderful and positive thought – thanks
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