I live in a moment
And die like it, in a moment
And everything becomes
a fraction of time and space
Even all the moments put together
And then we grow like a fractal growth
into humongous columns of creation
There is not a star that can elude us…
not a sky that can avoid us
We become the paraphernalia of everything
The miniscule jot that embodies all existence
How on earth are we such a majority in minority?
How do our amulets become a Universal Heraldry?
The beads on the chains of time
are mere ornaments around our collar bones!
How do we fly then?
Like evanescent points, but an eternal mark!
A recess of consubstantiation in a repository of spiritual reawakening
Each moment that lives and dies, like a Bennu bird rising from an iotaic Bindu
Must I know, unfortunately, that with all this knowledge
I still feel the borders of my embodiment fall short of you
And be bereft of everything I cherish
Must I believe that victims cannot outlive their postures
Like those natives in the Faithful Massacre
Because the law of the land favours the villains
So, I must feel the use of a hasty valediction,
leave all that I desire behind, to be doomed with the rest
You must know, any which way,
I will make my swords very clear
The last cut can also be the greatest annihilation!
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