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Fri, Mar. 9th, 2018, 05:49 am

From the dustbin harbour to the house of light
Every single shortcut is the way you’d miss it.
Once you’re safely armed with opposites combined
You’ll confess how much you loved your inner lizard.

Here’s a petal nailed to my tattered kite;
The other will have reached somewhere over yonder
By next moment to define what’s to be defined
And why you badly crave for things you weren’t fond of.

When the lizard grins and the petal falls,
Those who don’t cry ‘wolf’, may dare to utter ‘rosebud’.
Take your time, don’t chase the walking metaphors:
Watch them cross the lines where backward is forward.