walk hitches on its way wriggling
eyes suffers vision when demented,
are we lost in maddened world?
psych mollycoddles as new fangled
dawn rollicks to follies of man,
night is blind being sunless
spirit is subdued in soul of grave
as arrogance of intemperance reigns
transcendence seems to befuddle
mortality is inevitable as at finale
as journey ends in empty hands,
did they commit any wrong by their ways?
sky is seamless even by spumes of blue.
yet room of repose never riffles in void
Don't ever we exist non existentially?
over a time and space by art of living
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