If only you are not around
with the sun in the morning
and my eyes so full
with the clock tower so prominent
and the hourly ding-dongs...

and the spider of the mind
and the fertility of the longings
and fears and the pain

why does he have to
think of a Tiger or its shape and symmetry
and the Metamorphosis brought
with the Snake
in the perennial hell
perpetuating the heavens
of the Vatsayanas
and the Christs on crosses
to come back alive
to go through these again...

No issues in losses or gains
we all appear to be exposed to
without knowing which is which
except for real when the clock
strikes-

No issues
in talking of unions which just
explode into you
pushing into a borderless
pain-joy territory
of breathless vacuum-
or of separations
which are a catharsis
the rivers need to flow into-

it's okay to go
ever on this-
but then,
there the little
rich reddish water melon seller
hearkens with large
inviting ones-
and
I go....

let this be for tomorrow
the clock is there all the while
ticking and ticking
like it did
for Adam and Eve.
 

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