Trajectory of a thought
transcends the enquiry
undoing a delusion
without words.
How troubled earth had been?
Desire was drowned in its own waste
wanted to become a witness to itself.
Was it a contradiction?
Idiocy of a giveaway?
Why the continuity of yes was becoming no?
Baffled by the absurdity
you open the layers of past.
A parable was still haunting.
Becoming an instrument was a torture.
Go your own way.
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