Speak

We speak with each other like protagonists from

Existential novels, in 

Long winded laments of self exploratory 

Monologues 

Never letting our guards down

We speak out of some urgent newfound

Necessity 

This very recent happenstance of some

Spiritual upheaval that cannot be contained

We speak in a language of low-tide sandlings

Eager for some orgasmic apocalypse of the 

Illusive inner world.

We speak — fully knowing words are energy that

Cannot be redeemed

..

Anant Dhavale