a shrill cry & its echo

A Shrill Cry & Its Echo

The dream of
nothingness.


The great
abdication.


The self-
proclaimed
conflict the
handshake
across centuries.


Ruptured innocence.


Put a
price tag
on survival
not too
high not
too low
just enough
to negotiate.


They sit
over there
you sit
here &
no one
budges.


The clock
never stops
ticking so
dance like a
three-year-old.
The rest
is a lie.


Let go
of everything
except a
shrill cry
& its
echo.

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