Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Mad - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
because every day
I wake a new color
and every night gallops on stars
until they shatter insanely
sending waves of shock in chaotic slides.
do you wonder if my joy
climaxes with charisma
in a smile to the first person
with a conversational tone?
by sun up
a thousand different verses have been sung
in never ending crescendos
performing a balance of thought
that implies stability.
explain to me this concept as you would to Quixote.
is it a tree that neither grows nor dies...
perhaps its the presence of nothing,
or the fear of something
as simple as change.
be enviably grounded, stable,
while I, elegantly, am not.
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