not just my heart but a world-record is broken,
my heart disintegrating
so fast and furiously,
like never before the aorta so torn
from its moorings

at the divine feet of Avadhut,
I kneel, bow, clasp,
forgive me O Lord but pity not,
I revel in this coarse sack

yes, depraved, time-worn souls
can enter celestial palaces,
the mirage of nectarean space
and temples of forbidden oxygen

‘I cannot say it enough, I love you,
whatever ‘I’ is left after loving you’,
at first a still passion,
then the quiver.
the vulnerable sigh

I am alone,
a disembodied voice in the half-devoured night,
in the steely, wet dawn,
‘is there a sliver of light, a shiver, a crack
in the darkness?’

heart heaving
like a mammoth sea,