truth sauntered
with crushing urgency,
like morning's first fallacious brew
he settled into moments,
enjoyed a narcissistic view;
then spoke of reasons,
contesting drama
despondence decays
and with truth's emergence,
unrequitted proof
I learnt
it's time to bury this charade-
time to lessen the quill
to demand to be still
to surrender to susceptibilities rage;
time to imagine promise,
the delight of disappointment
to spotlight
another inadequate, insignificant display…







C


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