Acid Test

Acid Test

Was it a sorcery?
In broad daylight,
you snatch away the echoes.

Now I am shodowless.
Walking on toes.
I reach the pit.

Bluebells. From a
precipice, I bend down
to hear the divine music.

A dumper picks up
the foreign traveler, hot
iron. I become a refugee.

Talking of non-violence,
you become violent
against the poppies.

The drugged apostate
wants to live in
lesser space than a mouse.

Rainbow becomes
dark. Colors singe the eyes
ignite the psyche.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

What a long strange “trip it’s been” a line in a song by the Grateful Dead.

[John Cardwell]

Once again SV, wonderful imagery; surreal mystery.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Satish! :)
I think I sort of get a meaning to this, but I'm not sure, it turned at section four.
I really liked the line - "you snatch away the echoes."
Thanks for sharing.