Karagita Tree

The lake of mind,

Stagnant algal bloom

branching in bracken waters

Softens the sedimentation

of its view, un tongues color-

until the air is-

a mountain cloud of grounded water

in the blue lagoon of the sky’s memory,

touching the horizon’s question of land

a carcass whistle of fathers,

thronged in oblong bone, chalk-thorned

in the tears of Mother’s  lapping skin,

children rise from the reflex rain

pooling the flecks in our eye,

The fossils of past’s dreamed

And remembered,

in the limpid reflection hewn

below the ochre yellow fall of the limbed

wings of a weaving fever tree

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