In the darkness of the most dazzling light he walks alone
Not seeing things in hindsight, for they always seem solvable
Nature begets only the essentials, so they fit into the scheme
Shedding the redundance of statement, trusting a mind that is home
Rigid rationales of clumsiness evade the imagination
Urging him to build a smokescreen of what he decides
Such colossal absurdities fill up his world of languid ease
Neither holding it for, or against the creation.
I was walking with fuller lips brighter tusk and a bulbous behind than ever carefully measuring my steps after consuming a cocktail of indifference and so called crass existentialism to seek the perfect soul neither completely in to the light nor fully drawn away from it in the streets and hoping I will come across such an apparition of perfection was slowly trodding ahead with a snail's keep, an eagle's observation, a pig's nose and a fox's cunning and soon covered stretches of open land, people's homes and expanses abandoned to a picketed railing overlooking the bottomless pit and it ended there - after which all these trajection turned to empathy, hatred and passion that made a point: it was still to early to write.
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‘Such colossal absurdities fill up his world of languid ease’…for Nature nothing is absurd…sometime poetically needed to portray non-absurdity in guise of absurdity. Poetic landing in ‘Ground Zero… ‘Neither holding it for, or against the creation.’ Thanks for sharing 10+. Ms. Nivedita UK,