I see myself as a man standing

Between two buckets. A tube runs from each bucket into a vein:

Input, output

Both buckets contain a grayish, gleaming, translucent

Substance

One bucket is labeled Past and the other is labeled

Future

I see myself as a crow on your balcony pecking

At rice stained with turmeric

You’ve sprinkled as offering to your ancestor, me

Inhabiting this crow

A soul returned as a bird, or always was and is again

I see myself as a concentric circle

One among many. Someone drills into the bark

A hundredth of me

Is removed, tested

And examined and reported on and imagines itself

Complete.

Jayaprakash Satyamurthy lives in Bangalore. He writes various kinds of corporate content for a living. He also writes weird fiction, because he has to. He plays the bass guitar for Bevar Sea, a stoner/doom band and for Djinn & Miskatonic, his own doom/psychedelia project. He and his wife Yasmine support a horde of cats and dogs and each other’s many dreams. Jayaprakash also maintains a sporadic blog at http://aaahfooey.blogspot.com

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