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I am a shallow bone of desires
burning in my own rivalry among galaxies.
Vinegar-faced my legs drool on my mouth,
Everything is opposite here.
When the earth rains and the sky listens,
the precise water-droplets of mercury,
churns my anxiety.
Where my war is my peace.
the hallucinations are my paradise,
poking my raisin breasts,
Osmosis of mind, osmosis of soul.
For everything is sustenance.

Β©My Valiant Soul

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

72 thoughts on “Sustenance”

  1. I observed a more attempt for word-matching in the last stanza, “Osmosis of mind,Osmosis of soul”, you know an attempt to mingle words,generally which I found when I started writing poetry. Your poetry tends to be more of a free flowing kind, like I have observed before. Don’t mind , I totally admire this poem too,just a bit different.

    Cheers πŸ™‚

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  2. Had missed u for a few days… amazing post.. your words are always so very vivid and descriptive… always a pleasure to read πŸ™‚ So do love!!!

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  3. In this I see the constant battle between heart, soul and mind (all those galaxies within). Those who are in tune with all three inner galaxies understand that these conflicts provide sustenance. Uniquely captured, as always. This is beautiful!

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