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A Day Started abruptly terminated by Questions quizzing

The Existential Angst within us but Nevertheless Having

Seen the Bluebird with its Broken Wings leaping to Refly

Again

Refly What is That

A Bluebird that Cannot Sing but has Learnt to Fly the Flight

Of That is Unknown

Where there are no Wings but Feathers woven as a Comet

And Turning into a Shooting Star

Coming Crashing into the Earth while Another takes off to

A perilious Journey to the Netherwhere

The Magic of New Meeting then

On the Threshold of a Dream gone Awry

But all the same Prewcious Some One said a Thought

Told is a Lie

So much more to be Seen but Tis Time to Die

Before and After Life there is a Spectacle called

Netherworld

Hitherto Inner Recesses of Our Angst

Lie in the Debris

The Scimitar

Life teaches your Follies

Death your Friends


Tread Softly says Earth

Talk Loudly says Who

Mirror Did you Say

The Other Day

There is No Such Place

As Far Away and No Thought that Is

Bore

There is So much for the Spring that has in SStore




For Human Beings are so Fleetingly Natural

Will New Mother Nature call the Earth their Homestead

Some where a King weeps for his Kingdom Gone

Another Uprising the Gentry crowd around the Bugle

The Drums of Destiny and the Naysayers are having a

Field Day

Some Where A Queen is Rejoicing her Conquest with

Mortality

And the WWise Men are Looking for Excuses to be made

To Fool the Rustic and Rule

The Unfortunate