Words surf the dust of love,
lift themselves in a jerk,
to escape the gravitation of mundaneness
of legal, ethical, social mass
and climb the ether of self assertion
angle by angle
freeing the self of the being
up, up and still up
into true freedom of soul
to settle on the moon in a 2 BHK flat
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