Must I stand against all odds,
all vicissitudes of the sky,
that in wind, storm and rain
would cloud thine eye,
and darkened by a stardust
of the Supernova,
raise a desert titan
from hallucinations of the world,
until all visions corrupt,
all thoughts wrong,
all frescoes melt
against this wall of generation...
(C) Naveed Khalid
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