…then it would be at the feet,
Bathed in brackishness and
Separated by pearls of light.

The ash of itches

Itches the Darshan
(The untranslatable language of eyes)

Seen and seams of veils and

Peers of pulses of
the shadows behind their eyes on

Pyres and pedestals on
fire hears the lonely lulls and
mantras

   : the vertical river of her heart swallows the souls;

Stagnant Swimming Equilibrium.