in the streets
where hollow buildings
aflame ask
what do we do now
what do we say
outside the city
where land meets sea
birds are tearing the sky
to pieces
and all the alphabets
have fallen on the ground
lines lead to squares and circles here
in the deep division
of the multiplying mad world
round and round
the clusters of burning lights
flowing into the darkness.
The above poem is from my first book Reeling (2012).
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