Scratch, finger mouths against finger nails, 
Dig a combustion, lay a mat, a cot, lanterns of cold threads,
Consciousness hanging in the noon, .

plated like a
plaintive diagnosis, compartments of the palm, 
compartments 
and trains, trains and trains


Shut your eyes. Enter this matrix of pauses.
Ring your arm of rubbed incense.
Look for the word.

A canoe. A response. An arch. 
A ditch.
A compass. An observation. A reflection. 
A musing.
A lamentation. A certainty. A poignancy.
A corrosiveness.
A filter. A mesh. A screen. 
A mirror. 
A rose. A dialogue. A cell. 
An organ. 
A dawning. An inundation. A transparency. 
An obliqueness.
An acuteness. A delusion. A landscape. 
A pivot.

Did you find the word you came looking for?

As an umbilical cord that twists around skeleton trees. 
As the tree that watches. And legs that swing,
scissors and porcupine scales.

A shadow that occurs. Skin that falls. Arms that dispense. 
And hands that catch.
Did you find the word you came looking for?

© Aakriti Kuntal
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