As years go by
rivers running their courses
I stand upon the cliff,
and watch by:
the gibbous moon wandering in the starless sky
the grave silence of the seas
my lucid mind:
it unbound to infinite lengths
zigzagging to indefinite breadths
strains of intermittent imagination
flash: no-off-on-off
Life-my Life
like the gibbous moon above, and
the grave silent seas
resonate in queer similarity.
I stand by the cliff. Pick a pebble
To the sea I toss-
When the angel of death flies by
I suppose-
the useless gullibility of living a life
and dying the silence of the seas
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