A Pendulum that sweeps through the garbage
Of emotions, timeless, brainless, priceless
Variety of things, Plenty of noises, yet the mass
is not yielding to the love for gravity among
all other things, life is what this pendulum
longs for, ever inside the dilation, a crisis moment
for time, midst the pedantry thoughts about life and species
that carves the next leaf of life, may be olive or orange
that catches fire, way above the prophecies of the mountains
When flow is upset, water is not for the lips
When frames ceases, energy is not for the universes
Let this pendulum exist in human frames of reference
Let they have their plenitudes in our penurious lives
Let us form a pendulous exit from this exodus of thoughts
A village awaits you, A glowing tip of a fire awaits you
A selfless smoke and an army of ashes awaits you
You are already half past the midnight
You are simply a human pendulum