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- Raghu
Neat patterns of absurdity
They kill you with life
The sharp edges of light
Carve out ways into the abyss
Windows of opacity
Bring in the breathe that chokes
Fragile diamonds make beauty
Nothing less than a hypocrite’s promise
But the world still moves
On the path of the wheel
The wheel endlessly spins
Along the lines of brilliant madness
These pulses of life that
Flow through the brittle
chord of cacophony
Sheds darkness on the lights
That light up the path
Of the wheel of the line
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2 comments:
I recall a certain conversation,
"I'd want to control nonsense... be the ultimate lord of all nonsense.. so that sense can prevail..so that i give sense gets what it deserves..."
=)
thinking of giving sense what it deserves, I don't think I can fully recognize what sense truly deserves, but I kinda know what suffering sense has to be saved from... :)
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