For the entire night
Moon sings lullabies
For my tortoise thoughts
Hatching in the sands of the mind bay
At midst of the dark
Hauling luminescent stray dogs
Eye on the eggs
Few are stolen
And the residual ones
Beneath the layers
Dead in the day
The shells of the consumed
Float on the waves with eagle’s feathers
Without any trace of foot prints
The shades of water marks
On
the rocks of the shore
Render the resilient t waves of mine
At
this moment
I am
painting a self portrait
(1-6-13)
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