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I wanted to reach the heaven with my

borrowed ladder,

soaking in the form of stillness

I found the moon too rough;

cut at all the edges. 

Night green with pale blue

hurled unnamable things,

after a while-

I woke up with my land 

cornered at the pressure points.

Missing a wall or some edges, 

looking lighter than I thought,

the murky ant chambers shrinking

and collapsed in the mound,

the laid-back owl groping in the dark

I flicked a few mango leaves

and rode the wind to have a glimpse

of sacred skylights in the heaven.

@gopallahiri