Pushkar from the top of 7th Heaven

Sun, sweat, pale dress on dark skin

Hillocks like the deserts humps hide water as cellars do wine

Eyes of time hide the sublime, behind a glazed shine

Climbing from the aeolian landscape, 

shrines enslave humankind in every enclave of the mind

Sentinel towers shelter cowering trees

Temples protect these ‘developing world’ people from the liberated western uncertainty

The scar of sunset, sweet sweat dries on dark flesh

Ghats capture the gods nectar

Where once alluvial veins drained silt knee deep by the hectare

grains give way to brains, that which’s for sale

Kites rise to meet the still sky as  

lost laconic clouds lay in the dying light

Complexions, complexity and dexterity of culture 

                                                                                       I can’t buy into, but only swim through

                                                                                                      

the pain of a thousand pasts smudging glass goggles

like paid ranking search results on google

you want to know them all, down the rabbit warren of each

here on this desert beach, enlightenment might just be in reach,

but I can’t care from this seat i can watch the sunset, 

besides I’m parched as...

It's a slow drain, light to dark 


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