Awakening...
After decades
of torpor,
You never
knew the happenings,
For your tarot
cards failed ,
Or wilfully
executed masterminded,
Strategy by those
that excel in their art,
The chess masters’ move was
taciturn,
All the move was centripetal,
Subaltern and wile, not perceptible
By your naked eye.
This awakening
comes like a flower,
A
golden Frisbee coming towards you,
Sudden like
the advent of celebrity.
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