At this hr cosmos may be redirecting its transforming ways
I am lost to find
what has lost
where I stand
and for what
yesterday again I was waiting for my yrly bank numerics
a mundane for tax routine
I was lost some where
to find the relevance of routine
I know Nature has nothing
but for routine
the other part that it boasts of
its probably the unmaking of its might
but why I get swirled into
probably the unmaking of mine
they start before one ends
I ask myself
how many ends
cool it darling
my shadows disappear in the thins
why I disappear
and where
I search my heart
monotony of self
or of the environs
I do realise
its an array
endless conflicts
Nano fronts
of my War empire
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