Another cycle of the fugue

distance is for places,

how shall they chain the mind?

snaps are for faces,

what emotions shall they find?

never felt and never seen,

never heard and never been;

but know their moves and their mind,

 so indelibly confined.

may be

we are widowed left to recede,

and

they are free and released,

but

what good is their proceed??

every single moment we are pulled apart,

some arrive, some just rest,some depart;

when could we know?

not just a charity show,

this eternity of here and now

and erase the design of the chart..

sunil emjay

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