in the womb of the night
i let myself count
what's left undone
in the wink of a moment
they call a lifetime
to grasp the whispered
tales of the wind
to swim away with the
gracious clouds
to playfully whack
the peaks so high
just to startle them out
of their yogic stance
to snooze on the
top most branch
of that tree
so near to my window
yet left unseen
hugging the shimmers
of a chuckling sun
pirrouette amidst the stars
forlorn
humming the tune
oh so bygone
resting my head against the
crystal arch of the
crescent moon ЁЯМЩ
and let the goons
wear out their wars
unbind the width of
the azure sky with a
a measuring tape of
sartorial delight
and wrap it around
like a chiffon dress
creases saved
and wrinkles unpressed
to wisk away to a
a god forsaken land
where no-one knows
who i am
throughout this birth
i wasted time in
weighing my bags
leaving much undone
will i get a wisp
of a chance
to shirk away
what i ought not done
before the clock's
overwhelming sigh
to swipe away the debris
and say goodbye
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