I was last to leave
this night on Friday
empty cabins, driveways
smoke zone is any other zone
deep into night
my dial hits 12
I see shadows
of people, unfortunately passed
unharmful but anxious
and I wonder
when it is time
will I float in this very cabin
devoid of body, devoid of memory, still anxious.
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Author:
rajavardhan (
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