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SWARMING, SWARMING, SWARMING, SWARMING, SWARMING

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes

fluidus

but life was questioning again.

You take to wars

with thousand of nukes:

still the daffodils were dancing.

Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden

moons and clouds:

the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.

Ah, the snaky hate

hisses with split tongue.

Mockery of towers plays again.

The dumb leather did not forget

the shape of the baby.

million needles were still crawling.

Thick boundaries were steaming hard.

All nipples, no furs to walk

on the flames.

Satish Verma

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SWARMING

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes

fluidus

but life was questioning again.

You take to wars

with thousand of nukes:

still the daffodils were dancing.

Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden

moons and clouds:

the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.

Ah, the snaky hate

hisses with split tongue.

Mockery of towers plays again.

The dumb leather did not forget

the shape of the baby.

million needles were still crawling.

Thick boundaries were steaming hard.

All nipples, no furs to walk

on the flames.

Satish Verma

------------------

SWARMING

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes

fluidus

but life was questioning again.

You take to wars

with thousand of nukes:

still the daffodils were dancing.

Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden

moons and clouds:

the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.

Ah, the snaky hate

hisses with split tongue.

Mockery of towers plays again.

The dumb leather did not forget

the shape of the baby.

million needles were still crawling.

Thick boundaries were steaming hard.

All nipples, no furs to walk

on the flames.

Satish Verma

------------------

SWARMING

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes

fluidus

but life was questioning again.

You take to wars

with thousand of nukes:

still the daffodils were dancing.

Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden

moons and clouds:

the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.

Ah, the snaky hate

hisses with split tongue.

Mockery of towers plays again.

The dumb leather did not forget

the shape of the baby.

million needles were still crawling.

Thick boundaries were steaming hard.

All nipples, no furs to walk

on the flames.

Satish Verma

------------------

SWARMING

A solid belief of karmic influence becomes

fluidus

but life was questioning again.

You take to wars

with thousand of nukes:

still the daffodils were dancing.

Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden

moons and clouds:

the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.

Ah, the snaky hate

hisses with split tongue.

Mockery of towers plays again.

The dumb leather did not forget

the shape of the baby.

million needles were still crawling.

Thick boundaries were steaming hard.

All nipples, no furs to walk

on the flames.

Satish Verma

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