November 23, 2020

 

Riffle

 
 
 

Riffle

Perfidious haze permeates my telluric
patrol. In it is my ambit, my amphi-
theatre. Betwixt and between I amble
along, curious for credible anthems.

Concupiscence and control are in an
exchange chewing breathlessly-paced
chapters of my holy book. When there
is shutout I'm serene.






Article © Sanjeev Sethi. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-03-16
Image(s) are public domain.


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