Hinted conflicts of a sundered soul
Forge multiple personas and a vessel
That navigates between disparate languages
And ambiguities embedded in scenes of squalor,
Whistling dirges for mounting a serpent of time
Numbly without shield or sword.
Delving into the unpredictability of lived horrors and
Palpable tensions of salvaging wrecks from entangled memories,
What thoughtless wastage of an unnatural order, what
Breathless fatalism of a new skirmish with dreams of fraternity?
Standing stolid and worn, razing blades of grass
For a furnace brimful of flames in wild waves of peril,
Why blaze a scream when licked by fiery tongues
Sharply scolding like lessons of childhood?
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