(Or take an antacid after swallowing the universe)
Is the tea wrong- or is it just like that- a black metaphor-
In a medium-long see-through glass- a glass of waterfall-
Glass of glycerin- of eye drops- the ground tea leaves rise
And fall and move- affecting everything around with their
Own little gravities- like space- like a space simulation- drink
The tea- eat the glass- everything- finally- is a bunch of kissy
Atoms- let the tea be- for the moment- and watch the wafting
Steam- like off trains that no longer are- you can hear- if you
Have the ears- Sahib Sindh and Sultan* screaming from Bori
Bunder to Thane- But only at night- it is as if the crowd of the day swallows
The sound and yawns it back at night- leave the moment- as
The steam loses steam- and drink the universe- leave the glass
Completely empty- like a glass of waterfall- frozen.
~Ajay
12/1/19
*Sahib, Sultan and Sindh, the names of the engines of the first passenger train in India which ran between Bombay and Thane
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