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Strange as it sounds

Attraction is a law of materials

Attracted towards the law of interfaces

Attracted by the law of faces

In a rogue rigid weather of edges

A viscous vein stumbled upon a mirror

A mirror as lively as a lens

They conjugated, coagulated, coalesced and converged

Forming meaningful concave and convex nature

Viscous vein had limbs and life, full of impulsive craters

They engulfed a lot of painful petals, prisms, opaque cortex

In between light, life, limbs and living corpses


A gaze, gleam, gloom, glance, glimmer is gone forever