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Fourth Dimension

I am an outsider on this flying trapeze
longing to move forward.

Racing up to this run
I am in a game of
hide and seek of a measured dream.

This is a wingless flight that always spins me
back into
a cold emptiness of fixed loop.

The farther I go nothing is left
undone or done
as
tomorrow too fades into
yesterday's image of an intra-space
with a beginning in the end
and the end
in its beginning.

The Reaping

Woods smear silence around
since primitive spirit of life is stifled
under sudden animosity from wind and fire

Koala and kangaroo stuck theirlives here,
touching hundreds with breath and life
but
now reap blood from torn soil.

Are they not tired of planting souls
between deep woods and charred wings to
let tortoise blink long miles of
escape journey in its shell
and to make tree trunks
flee from
standing upright in their
own graves?

@ Sreedevi Anumula
54 | Dr. K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi