Aiming at the “snitch”…run after things
which don’t really matter…light the match-stick, only to realize a darker
darkness. Variable in a specified path, canalized thru an inlet-body-outlet
junction…still move on and pass by.
Words melt down the corridor…make way to
reach the pinnacle. Warm hands---that were never to be parted---a dark pimple---a
darker embossed past!!! Deep shadow on the canvas---bleak fluid running down
medulla spinalis…smoke burning the nostrils---still a moment of joy passes by
and to my surprise I find myself happy at times. Smile intoxicated by the
gradient of memory with respect to time---a dagger at the back but…shine like a
star to burn out. For as long as I have memories I have to breathe.
Woods gathered to be burned, flames
buried under the volcano…cry to be fortunate…stand to get going…make way to
start running…hope to die early but…still live on.
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