Thick and thin
I ask the winds
to take my words
to places yet unknown
through the tracks of dust
and memories of passage.
Places in the here and now,
the past...the future and all
from the ink stains
and annals of creation
to the micro chips
and galaxies of regeneration
I have arrived here
with cautious discretion.
So far I have been riding the railways
within the terrain of life
with all its strife.
I shall be meeting a dark stranger soon
a mysterious hero,
death as we call it...the quietus.
I must again and again, without strain,
refrain and abstain from pain,
then again...there is no such temptation
as going insane...
given half the chance to dance
to the rhyhm of my tune.
I heard the deejay pull the plug
and play a song for me.
I shall submerge into this chord,
emerge from a deep sleep
beyond which the eyes can see
despite the prevailing mist,
the long stretch across the frets
where the going is rough
will soon be smoothened over
by the solidity of my resolve.
I assure the World of this
and implore the winds to grant me
this historically unprecedentad opportunity
of transposing wholeness
where it would instantly make a dent
way within,
through the thick and thin of my dreams.
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