living on a different time scale,
assembled here on purpose
to release an urge against obscurity.
if what they say is true,
true too, here is where,
the mind commits suicide
to recoil from tyranny of thought.
looking back over the shoulder
progress appears a sad affair---
past catches up with us to reveal
a false front--- surely we believe
living on underbellies and bosoms,
sucklings ever, getting sucked
incessantly into the womb, seeking
vomit of eternity in endless embrace.
we move on knees, head buried
populate the planet, driving god
into backwoods, scare him
shouting messages into the moon.
we have made up our mind
to shove what is left of sanity
into the void, words conspiring
with thought to frame half-echoes.
Reprinted from YOUTH TIMES (defunct)1978 January 20-- February 2.
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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