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Nil

Flipping through a newspaper  is like a world
in a still shot of words. A night sky of falling stars
against the backdrop of inkblots and faded graphite.
Filling out the whiteness of pages parched with yesterday
scenes captured and distilled in silence.  Here, where
its blackness became a cure to this ennui.  A distraction.
A flotsam of unhappy events, of somebody’s [...]

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A Moth In The Flame

Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
 
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
 
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]

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