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“To take a homeopathic approach to the soul is to deal with the darkness in ways that are in tune with the dark.” – Thomas Moore

It’s taken time 

to realise 

no one survives. 

Not even the ordinary. 

Time to own up then 

to blue throat 

and gall bladder extraordinaire, 

to rages pristine 

guilt smeared 

by mediocrity, 

separation traumas 

subcontinental 

and griefs that dare 

to be primordial. 

Time to iron out 

a face corrugated 

by perennial hope, 

time to shrug off 

the harlotry 

and admit 

there’s nothing hygienic 

about this darkness – 

no potted palms, 

no elevator music. 

I erupt from pillars, 

half-lion half-woman. 

The floor space index I demand 

is nothing short 

of epic. 

I still wait sometimes 

for a flicker of revelation 

but for the most part 

I’m unbribable. 

When I open the coffee percolator 

the roof flies off.