... until I feel that my voice isn't out on loan <br />No state may stiffen like the gesture of a statue <br />Thoughts may fly up from the temple wall swiftly in flocks like birds <br />I may come loose and catch up with myself by my searching calls <br />... descending before the unattainable <br />A subdued scream from the page... <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br /> the gods we killed early <br /> not even their lips are left <br /> <br /> it may not abate <br /> like a state this life <br /> it may not abate <br /> like a life this state <br /> <br /> I roll out my tongue tonight <br /> mumble wildly <br /> <br /> <br />* <br />as a Singer silent… and as a Sculptor! among the passionate sculptors of the centuries! I know that the sculpture birds are flying up even emotions are lifting from the hot temple wall of Adinath as swiftly as warriors enchanted by promises and the female dancer who dances Bharat Natyam outside Chitragupta makes me wonder if a Tantra practising feudal lord was lowering himself as well before the unattainable… the sunset is a sitar-player at Vishwanatha<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/khajuraho-a-place-on-my-mind/
