This nothing leads where?
Sit and brood like an actor
doing the rehearsal for the next show,
a show of tyrants conquering lands,
you don the role of beheaded warrior,
can imagine going to be beheaded?
soldiers falling like pea-nuts:
vexation of the tormented soul ,
ruminating myriad instances of
brutal injustice and utter calumny,
total devastation , faced beheads
as breathing amidst breathless trauma;
The huge rocky stone shapeless
Mocks at me, waves splashing to and fro,
dilute the stone gradual , I tumble,
you are the dead whale,
cast ashore, flat, the
naughty ’ nothing’ has shaped .
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