Thought On Thought

Do you object to
sexual encounters in the clan
to save a semi-god
from extinction?

A political consideration?
For you becoming an otherself
for future generation?

I will not return to the cave
for a bell jar of bones in
the dominion of nature.

The creamy layer of bats
in dark, pursing the lips
to give a truth curdling lie.

I think, I should not think
of sun, water and clouds
and of mundane predictions.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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