Catch of the day (
Guardian)
No car, no van, outside the therapist,
In the sense, I have not come by car;
but distinct far away, there are many
in queue, a web
of real and unreal show
for those who interpret that way.
Life is complex,
but what I am holding
is much more complex, don’t know how
to define and show; transparency is there,
along with slippery line. I ponder,
life cannot be sieved like a fish or whale,
or imitated
like cockerel with hope of
morrow in the Dawn; Just as the concept of
Life itself is ambiguous
or mysterious,
This slippery thing is solidity by itself,
no mean object
of creation; also a part
of the Universe, now it is slipping away.
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