Conjunctions
The Ink between the lines, suppressed in the interpretations
Yet revealed in the times of words, that change with the patterns
each inch of word sways across different paths
So they really belong to the journey in the thoughts
Dip across this ocean of endlessness and the drops are differently hued
Revealing more than the abscesses of imagination
You speak, you hear, you breathe, you doubt
The pus of your want makes a picture of swollen redness
Corners of Reason Published in Carcinogenic Poetry Magazine
Tetra and the square, do they fit into the circles?
forming the froth on which you lie half awake
the elongations of the soul, punctured in subjectivity
the rectangular art of imprisoned canvas, there are different ways
and you wonder how knowledge broke your innocence
so you wait through the paradox and the madness
crushing the symbols under your feet
your art of love captures the meaninglessness of dissected desire.
Saberi Roy, May 2010
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