longer than before, it has taken
to see the dawn of understanding,
gaining back the sanity lost when
age became an obsession... dilly
dally were those thoughts in and
around my head, trying to gain
admission into the secret vault...
a mellow sound of thunder grazes
my scalp just above the ears, while
eyes look sideways to assess the
damage... fields of illusions and
mountains of dreams baricade me
inside the low place in which I
dwell this night as if the path before
has been laid down with light...
flashes of which have been seen
before in the early days, nourishing
us as a mother nurses a child whether
it be her's or the neighbor's... seldom
do we care unless we are somehow
preoccupied with our own little truths.
16 March 2023
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