Long queue in the corridor, anonymous faces
in the motionless mirror, shows, movies
slowly unfolding in the standardised
way, dreams: tethered in wireless brain,
pause: before you move back to another
reflection, you'll see the old pines growing
more and more, broad in figure, in the lucrative
notion, pluck, pluck, pluck the buds before
they spread too fast, in the process of
debunk derailed decisions, you must
be the citizen of circle drop fast by unhinged
words, reverberation of letting go—
Once you must be busy, the city rejoice
again with yellow lights, so bright, side
by side, singing about lies, lives, light
all together.
— 3rd May, 2024.
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