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MY KARMA by Karine Ovsepian Your chant, Go ahead deposit its suffering onto mine, Let them sway cheek to cheek Their graciousness is already broken. Let your love be my tortured aftertaste, Your desire my powdered desert, Then bake a cake with burnt sand pebbles, Patching the cracks with slippery tears. Let your lips joyfully kiss silence, As I walk sinking into the abyssal oblivion, With my tongue quizzed by faint triumphs, Raging with spear of love obstructing my soul. Let me sustain my blind sight, Folding memories with my pain brush, As you stifle within my heart's corridors, Let me dress our love for death. Let fear be a foreign creature, Just shut the light of my sense, Embrace your pride buttered with loneliness, Let me journey enthroned with my love. Let me dress in something darker than black, In sustained blackness perhaps, Don't agonize my deliverance, you're aloof, Keep on walking on your cracked roof. -- Karine Ovsepian was born in Yerevan, Armenia, but grew up in the city of Soukhumi by the Black Sea, which used to be the capital of Abkhazian ASSR. Literature has been part of her life since school days. She writes in Armenian, English and also in Russian. She is planning to publish her first book. Some of her English poems have been published by the International Society of Poets in US. She is a graduate of CSULA with BA in English, minor in Creative Writing & Biology. She believes poetry is a gift, a limitless gift of expression and imagination to the world.