It’s numb Like cold room heaters Set human machinery (worn out parts) Drag the rumble called life.
Reconciliation saturates the air Tears run dry Translucent salt tracks Mirror the nerves inside.
A lantern dims the setting The mosaic of lit squares across my street Rejoice in their light I find excuses to put out mine.
The syllabi is followed Sleep, shop, eat and cram A hullabaloo of kismet and karma Time is swallowed in gulps.
Bereft of pleasant zeal Psychologically impotent Metamorphosing costumes of life like Walking death entering and exiting rooms.
What stayed with you?
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"The syllabi is followed Sleep, shop, eat and cram A hullabaloo of kismet and karma Time is swallowed in gulps." We watch life sifting like grains of sand from the sieve and we are left with the bitterness lodged in the sieve. Escapsim well portrayed and identified.
Is it escapism or is it the ultimate reality? Often the best part is to be a passive spectator and watch it run through the sieve and just marvel. Not the 'oh-so-beautiful-kinds' but the dispassionate-loving-kinds. I am not sure how much sense that made but its that state of half-sleepy-half-awake I'm in - trying to revv up life's engines through an early morning cigarette
here comes one more as abstract as "Great expectations" as eccentric as "Of life and small things" as esoteric as "Where streets have no name" u can only be compared with urself
u sound like someone else..'tis strange
u think u know me yet, a woman's heart is like a deep ocean. by the way i'm a doppleganger.
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