This spirit spins on the event horizon’s claws
always escaping the blackholes imminent jaws!
Spacetime folds in a mesmerising warp;
even blue stars and red dwarfs!
Universes locked in a divine ribcage
running on the narrowest gauge
Motion has an infinite infinitesimal deadline
Even all the seeming chaos seems fine!
It is all, though, like a finite passage rite
For eternity, just an eyeball’s white
The trillion miles of distance,
would it be just a matter of dice of chance?
This plane on the hangar of substance
is only a flight fueled by how goes Nataraja’s dance!
You know how the jungle of survival needs salvation
But do the hyenas of rapine get their damnation?
What is the truth should be everyone’s business
Do the culprits suffer from culpable uneasiness?
Lascivious legerdemain deserves no forgiveness!
Yet, all this time (of mine) has seen the galaxies wait!
Like secrets whose patience never abates!
And I am aware there must be a last-day point of return
to the singularity for which I burn
And all the waiting is never too late
for this justified real estate of faith!
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