Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, March 16, 2015

Zodiacally speaking

Delicate,
Fragile,
To be handled with care,
But the ascendant charts,
Mercilessly,
Unrelentingly,
Unheard the warning,
Ignored the
This side up
Insignia,
And
Unaccomodatingly
Hoarded
The slightly withered,
Shrivelled
Heart
On to the conveyor belt.
Fortunately
Or
Unfortunately
Breaking hearts
Shatter noiselessly,
Unlike
The cacophonous
Clamouring
Of the porcelains
And melamines.
Calloused
And
Cauterised,
It beats
But faintly
Beneath the ashes,
Preyed upon
Successfully
And
Unabashedly
By the
Zodiacal constellations.


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