What you are doing

Comes naturally to you

Flying onward

While winded

I stagger behind

Intermittently lurching


Faking steps forward

Occasionally even

Cracking a smile

Balancing a full circle

Turn with a black hole

A vacuum inevitable within

Where stuttered necessity

Leads me to disappear

And the call of each sigh

Unearths layers of remorse

Cannonball blows that

Echo in between

Moments of every day

New again

Unequivocally mine




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