Look into my eyes.
I was changing every day
to read your genes.
For supertruth of
isness invalley of sparks,
when peaks glint of gold.
Like a black hole
eating watercolors of
dragged, setting sun.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
so clever, place isness next to invalley
and poetically, space the gap
between what is and isn't, at the same time..
(when we understand
the current 'schooling' system
was modelled on producing
a factory line of factory workers
we realise, just how impossible
those
life dreams and achievement, summits
truly were, for some
right from that first ding
of the school bell: outset)
Another glimpse
at your poetic genius
in this write: Guru
thank you!
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