Searance
Where’s the fire I felt sear?
The surge propelling beyond the karmic line?
A voltage etching indelible ink in the space
I succour the corridors of my mind with liquid ether –
The Squid pulsates as the old lemon throbs to life:
The dash-clock digits blinks this new dispense:
We no longer Lacerate Vain veins
A new Vine grows. From the ashes, it bases unnecessary burns-
And grows again, a-new, un-regretting-
A shoot that will never disappoint.
[15.2.2014]














