Rolling down a winding night
We were running out of skins
And each one that we shed
Was far more interesting
Than the one stripped before
We were running out of skins
And each one that we shed
Was far more interesting
Than the one stripped before
The wounded, the wounding
The audience and referee
All aligned along the lines
Of a farfetched dream
That we saw, at least once a week
The audience and referee
All aligned along the lines
Of a farfetched dream
That we saw, at least once a week
Surging further in to the night
A hysteria spiked our beings
On account of the ephemeral disease
But we knew, did not we?
Of our various, viscous descendings
A hysteria spiked our beings
On account of the ephemeral disease
But we knew, did not we?
Of our various, viscous descendings
Then, slipping havoc through
A captured photograph flies by
Gliding ahead lazily on the surface
Without an intention to collide
Yet barges into conscience- like reality
A captured photograph flies by
Gliding ahead lazily on the surface
Without an intention to collide
Yet barges into conscience- like reality
-K.G.
(From the complicated archives of Sept. 2015)
(From the complicated archives of Sept. 2015)
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