Ponmudi – A Day in the Hills


Pic Credit: www.skhf.org

Up here in the hills,
we eat clouds.

We lords of whoop,
head spun by diesel,
the winding roads.

The lure of the city,
its psychedelia weaned,
bleeding to death.

Forget the gravity,
gorge on cloudy fluff,
let the skin split.

Pull the feathers out,
flee earth’s safety.

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