Newt (
after guardian)
What is that slips from land
to water like a
quiz show
with unanswered
puns
and quips; its pretentious hide
and seek mode does not thrill me
anymore, for life till now is a
similar game .
Don’t be proud newt, for you
are holding multiple ways ;
life and seeming death is a
game
when you easily turn off,
your layered body from underneath
the stone, it is just
a second
a while, before
you close
open your eyes.
Children out of curiosity touch and twirl,
Me too in my younger days, when I was
a Tortoise in shell till a tornado swept
past all my dreams ;
I see again the same newt
crawling into water , perhaps
a feel watery sail safer than a stone.
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