Across my mind of burning galaxy.
of my limbs hovering in shadows
It has not seen face of glow,
An eternal strand of light
I want to swim & run now
No human, no words.
A bulging, opulent transparent lip of nothingness around.
On the surface of the sheet,
the song of the mountains.
A slippery slick poem of the God.
A parallel plastic skin of night.
Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer. Her works have been published or are upcoming in Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane's Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. She is the founder of surreal poetry website "Olive skins" and writes for https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/. She recently published her surreal poetry book Crimson Skins available now worldwide.
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