There is no access to the non -manifest




Midnight till 8.a.m.;

I send my prayers

into the dark,


the world turns it’s head.


I tried to reach you

in my dreams but

you were nowhere,


our love was laid on shallow ground.


The foxes wail:

void off course moon

orange splash of city light.


I find you in unforeseen corners.


Dimple of a strangers smile

touch of skin on cheek

last night it burnt me,


a murmur in the airways.


Midnight to 8.a.m.

revelation hasn’t spawned

illumination: it comes in beads of sweat


our grave of love is quite elliptic.

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