Yesterday it was a huge elephant
lifting its Proboscis as if to bless me
when I was depressed,
the trunk was bedecked with jewels
rich silken robes , majestic in look.
Memory assumes to redeem
A bygone day.
Today it is a caged parrot
not longing for flight :
It pours the panjandrums
of the officious, official,
ordinary too is not spared.
Those free and freed, what
have they got and fraught
nothing but danger,
my changing envisioned object
before me stratifies many things.
I think, rethink, delve,
What it appears to be
Is not a dysfunctional,
Nor a crab,
It is a feeling from
a clogged one.
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