Lately a man of this century
in sickly vibrant thoughts
and emotions effete,
turns a thug bereft of kindred ties,
of isolation cataleptic he is
and relations unidentified he rears.
Life in risky notions unable to reach
a pinnacle,
to fight a war after centuries.
Links are lost in ignominy
a life in jungles, hunger and thirst,
like foes, chasing time to hasten death.
In search of horses
quality weapons and vehicles,
inspect stores of buried intents,
a long hunt never revealed
a journey from a source eternal,
to god of stones
as life in pieces spread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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