BONDAGE
OF NEARNESS
-
Ram
Krishna Singh (India)
How
long shall I seek freedom in the myths we unmake
licking
hairy darkness or feeling sweetness of hips
through
untamable wildness of the heart chase images
that
abide circles of paroxysm ascending from
the
mist and raw voices staring spume in the faces
as
each star twinkles uncertainty crossing the moon
what
is left to slice out of the passage through red light
except
old sorrows ready to leap to the bone?
now
there’s nothing to hold on to against lies that shade
bondage
of nearness and the horizon I couldn’t touch
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