On Going Movement Poem by divij b.c

Short lived is the glory of that split second

came, existed, glorified.

soon after its arrival departed.

like a tear dropp came to life and vanished,

lived a lifetime in the scars of the split time,

memorized in a moment like a chainsaw pavement.

Heads rolled down for an undercover illusion,

all the past turned in to a future tense amusement.

Internal split converged in to an external movement.