Dull brown walls on slanted rooftop, in the shades

of dawn's tears made, hidden by the ground level deck—

We walk through marked time, where in bitter world

they come and wrong the right deeds, seen in hungry desires.

Ah! Sweet light! Appears in joy plains,

Flowers— sprouts — thrills in pain, I want the sapped eyes

judgement lurks in thunderous applause, seem'd less

but a bit more, liars shepherd — enslaved, engraved, hunted.

The world must sleep again, souls of deep thinkers

stammer, smile in wonder, "Think! If one day waves lost their power

pocket perks lost their whistling,"

It shuffles, dances with darkness, "Let the flutes vanish in the flash resounding."

I breathe, shudder at the cold glamours

calling with folks, lightning

And you see— braves are bigger fools,

no fear, no shocks, no fogs to wither, slimming strap exiles.

Pleasures in pain seek— mock— flash your white teeth,

Truth seek none, right speak girth, cease to boundless stretch

Water float once again, carrying out weight of norm,

"In the shade spirit runaway, muffled with murmured music."

— 25th June, 2023