INTENSIFY THE PROPOSITION
This morbid semblance of life and death has
got me scratching heads : yours, mine and
ours, as we're all about this in together. No man
whistle-stops this treasure-train, and no
whistle-stop does it pass. We're all
in this about together.
-
I sat by the window, almost to cry.
I rolled back my eyes, to treasure the sky.
Moonlight becomes me and so does the
effort, the push, the effrontery.
I wonder, why?
-
Can I find not a language to squeeze
out the truth? In the words of Nepali,
perhaps : 'sas pherna sakdina' means
'I'm having trouble breathing' - and
'malai chahina' still simply means
'I don't need it.'
This morbid semblance of life and death has
got me scratching heads : yours, mine and
ours, as we're all about this in together. No man
whistle-stops this treasure-train, and no
whistle-stop does it pass. We're all
in this about together.
-
I sat by the window, almost to cry.
I rolled back my eyes, to treasure the sky.
Moonlight becomes me and so does the
effort, the push, the effrontery.
I wonder, why?
-
Can I find not a language to squeeze
out the truth? In the words of Nepali,
perhaps : 'sas pherna sakdina' means
'I'm having trouble breathing' - and
'malai chahina' still simply means
'I don't need it.'
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