Sun, in disjunction with blue skies,
clarify’d by dark wolverine’s welkin trails:
how ever when, where ever how

She did did she but upon herself
through the treacherous language we gave:
set; she did in fact not, zest she did give

It is us who turned away
it is us who turned our backs
and yet not free willed

pulled by Presence and Absence
we were reverted, turned and exerted forward

as a ball of life on a spit
she spat her beams

for as long as she attends to us

                                 —animasuri’23