A muted silence
loud reticence
in retribution
to angry thoughts
looking for a sanctuary
beyond
inconstancy of today...
a wanderlust
that refutes
dogmas of social ascendancy
devastating the ground
on which I stand
confused
troubled
boisterously jagged
trying
to gather the world
in my arms
as if a primitive connection
beckons me beyond
whence I come from
whence I go
causing a commotion
and leave shambles
of artistic constructions.
Bronze trophy winner
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