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There is a River

There is a river closing in on a
night of shifting blues
ascending the dark.
a cluster sky clang closes
the gates.
paths and palaces hurtle
merging in a silk sheen touch.
your eyes take over the
suddenness
of everyday
forlorn tantrums of a skin
and
brittle memories rushing
before the fort
falls to a splintered dawn.

by Dr. Amitabh Mitra
July 2, 2006

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