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There's No Grace
RKS (31 December 1950 / Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India)

There's No Grace

Dusk is doomed

when I shovel light

in darkness



fail to live

the intensity

of prayer



moistened eyes

draw me near divine

for a while



soul is light

and flowers and wings

furl in moon



but soon pain

overwhelms my space

and tears swell



fingers feel

decaying fireflies

in lamplight



voice turns blue

I scare my vision

there's no grace

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