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the falcons flew away
one by one
and the aftermath was a chaos
such calm that I missed the cacophony
order is so sterile
it gives us nothing
do we need vacuum
which is not conducively creative
mind rots in such a state
I want the mind to listen
to all the unordered
happenstance
I want it to accept the unpredictability
let the falcons come back
let them be what they are
majestic in the midst of dissonance
"I wish to fill the pages with squiggles of unfettered doings"
©gautami.tripathy29012019
1 comment:
I can clearly see the image in the aftermath of raptors cleaning the bones.
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