When I feel like I am a marble
rolling carelessly on an interminable slope
thinking O my luck(!) how free am I?!!…
when I am only haplessly falling into a precipice!
Do I want to admit to myself, it is
easier to go downstream than upstream?
There is only hard-knuckles rapping at your skull
for all your comprehensions of astuteness…
or in recognising the frailties and fragility of being consumed
by time, space, motion, in an amphora corked by the matrix!
Do you see that the rise to the pinnacle of Everest
is not the likelihood of the name ascribed to it?
That the rarefied air is not openness but suffocation,
and the seemingly limitless space is a prison!
When all you want to do is make your way back to ground reality!
I prefer walking on the terra firma of nameless streets,
so that they can’t possess any hegemony on me by stereotyping me!
How do I, then, opt for a comely destination?
a coming to terms or age, or justice, or closure, or retribution, or revenge, or vindication?
The last word on my mind is pardon
especially for those who don’t deserve any entitlements to it!
Let destiny decide on who deserves the rights to impunity
Let it not be demarcated by those who Masonically and undeservedly garner
the avoidance of comeuppance by checkmating or compromising me!
I pronounce an imperative fated machina for the deliverance of providence
I am a stickler to justice even in my prodigiousness to duty and fairness
So, even in the contradictions of virtuosity, I think about getting on with the task
There is likelihood of a clair-radiant eternity ahead
Time is only a facade, and destiny is not as impressionable, susceptible or malleable as it seems
The ones that seek to influence or garner fiefdoms of posterity are prone to their own oblivion and mortality!!!
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