C.C. Arshagra

And I am just the whale of poems

And you hate poems

I’m going
to die now,
just
to become wind

And become ,,,

...to ask important knowledge.

What have we forgotten?

Come.

We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.

As brave as the sky she is
For she will not
Be destroyed
By the storms of mind’s whirl

And here is the nexus of gratitude is.

Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game
Just like in a real American election

You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone
And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe
But were rained on by sto…

Control nothing and remain free in the return of giving is.

Death becomes laughter when you do.
Laughter, like silence comes …

Beliefs which become, / and hence form the shape of how we hear, fear, and respond; exercise.
Responding to what we defend

“Do you know the time of love?” She spoke
To move to my mind with breathing’s way

Fine as fingers drunk past lips
We looked into each other

And then as if …

To rock aware why
we rise to human matters

Then rest
—to learn her heaving
Composition: Heart and chest

Come on laughter and cry aloud
with the madness of ending the staged comedy

She danced like light could sew a picture
Through the needle eyed

It is true
She will sail again
Once she is gone

Parent the arts

While the air moves through marrow
To excite what is life

Your courageous clouds
Always disappearing
To free
The impossible
Bond