Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Migration

There's no inspecting
The bag 
Of a migrating mind 
Hastily packed at dawn
Multi-chambered heart 
Hacked
Beats incoherently 
Longs
To be trapped 
Inside the infinity mirror 
Of love 
The pure joy 
Of joint attention 
Two kids inspecting 
A snake crawling inside a fish
Eating it inside out 
Voices grow loud
Yet
No more questions 
Are asked 
The light is set 
Not even shadows can be read 
On the darkened face 
Of a perpetually
Eclipsed Moon

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