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Guest Shiva H. Vishnu

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Guest Shiva H. Vishnu

i've rolled back the ceiling

with buckets of gin

and i'm scraping the skin

from the stars falling in


the moon is all toothless

and sliced paper thin

but pulls at my focus

disrupting my spin


and crouched like a refugee

fleeing from space

a shadow slides over

to finger my face


with lips like a lover

and fist like a mace

in moments i'm mired

in stillness and grace

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