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At the Escritoire

By Sanjeev Sethi

At the Escritoire

In this stillness, I can see my silence
serenade my sight, which beckons smell
to dip into this draught of feelings,
resulting in a rash of rhythms --
autograph from forces I have no control over.

Hieroglyphics of hate try to discombobulate.
I have no space for surgeons with insidious
operations. This vow of words is a serape
I wrap myself in. It makes me serene, like
in a séance: my Hippocrene.

Article © Sanjeev Sethi. All rights reserved.
Published on 2023-04-17
Image(s) are public domain.
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