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A turn-around

A twist and a twiggy lane

A tremor and a tepid footprint

A tale of a triad

A tissue tanned

This is a tipping point

An axis of life

Orthogonal to my dreams

Origami of whispers

Snake boat ripples in the shore

Shivering hand of a fisherman

A bloated vessel

Anchored on its own will

On the axis of life

Original silence

Is burning yet again

In the hours of madness


In a state of denial

I just embraced the gradient

Away from all the quadrants

Loving a locus of a marching ant

Born to be bonded in

Born to be burned out

Born to be boiling over

Born to be brewing ever

Is this beacon on the barren land

Incomplete as it is

Axis of life is still a tangent to itself