A perspective now.
I can’t take any more
Of this. This
land
Of Nihilism
and flamboyant ;
Shifting
into waste and
Establishing
Vagrant myth
Of ever
questioning spirit.
No points in
brewing
The iced bottle.
They pretend
draw
On the Bubbles,
Ere their ego gets
drenched
,bubbles dash.
Ants lining of crevices
Of slow
rumbling wall,
The sticky
tender plants
Yet surviving on the clumps,
Know there
limitations,
Else how they survive?
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