- Vol. 08
- Chapter 12
Image by Nickhil Jain
Device
A witness to earlier time
and unsung, let me swing
hollow and muscular, large in the lock
I, too, want to be doubly hung
[in]sertive, turned between parts
over burnt ground and under newness
cut fit and I want to be pressed like it;
the clouds broke just then. I miss the rain.