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and stare at you for a minute
empty gaze of a child
on indigo punctuated with splayed silver
Cadence of my stare as it crashes
On the uneven shore of your visage
It creates music oblivious to cacophonies
Of time- space, geography and alienation
I stopped because something whispered
That this chance encounter
Has taken away the razor sharp reality
From the affinity of throat
One more chance to breathe
One more excuse to throw arms in the air
And yell…. I’m alive inside the confines of death

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Comments (3)

This could be interpreted in so many ways, Rehan. I choose to think of it as a virtual realization that there is also life beyond the confines of our small existence, and every once in awhile we get a glimpse of what exists just beyond out fingertips. A deeply introspective piece. Linda ; -)
I’m alive inside the confines of death...stopped me in my tracks for a while!
A very poignant write enjoyed this thank you Daniel 10