Irrational
In an evening
another of many
the weak Royal Sun,
sits on throne of horizon.
Lamp blinks
metal post is tall
crystal glass-cover oval
dusty, abandoned for long.
Color particles
mosquitoes and crows
swallows and dog-walkers
hang on, aware and unaware
Each with a notion, ration or logic
To rule? To live? In search?
each has a hope; sees
own side, solo
hope.
Right
of one is not
right to another
all of them different.
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