Stage : - 1
Counting the stars;
Shining fore-fathers,
Invites…? To shine.
Blurred time after time.
Covered by Oat-meal,
Splashed, disorderly.
Oracles round, slowly.
Forehead, now in four;
Inspires to leave this world.
Stage : - 2
Smiling effete.
Either sweet or poison,
traps the body’s clock.
Drums her address
A little by little;
A mental inter-course.
Delicious life;
tastes bitter continually,
mortal beauty, vanishes.
Stage : - 3
His invention destructs;
instructing Dante’s Inferno;
not yet retired.
Seeking Paradise in Hell;
to quench His thirst,
dial a call.
Lonely as orphan,
Scrolling on the thorns;
travels, grinding the Past.
24-09-2004 ; 1:20 pm – 3:10 pm
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