Apr/May 2003 Poetry

The Perimeters of Immortality

by Srinjay Chakravarti


The Perimeters of Immortality

Animate as we are, each walking the perimeters of immortality shall meet again on that eternal road.     —Byok Namkung, "Grass"

Dark velvet
of the evening sky
is silver-filigreed by lightning.

The coming summer storm
colours the air, imprisoning it
in a white mesh of static.

In the blue turbid gloom
of tropical twilight,
the monsoon is poised on gossamer.

The park is surreal with shadows.
A path snakes its way,
then sloughs itself off into the grass.

I walk along
the perimeters of immortality
into wind, the gathering rain.


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