Monday 17 February 2014

The Ride before the Fall

Sweet insists on coupling sour to give that ingenuous taste; rhapsody fondly carries on its back the promise of self-ruination. The certainty of obliteration keeps the forward march on. There is just so much of this life that was worthy of living. Now a new one must be created, which can’t happen without effacing the previous. Therefore this joy in destruction. The tremors are not those of fear; the shoot trembles in trying to tear through the roof of the soil.

First published in Metaphor Magazine, 17 February 2014.


probe said...

Why this certainty of obliteration?

ankita said...

Death wishes are usually granted.

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