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A mystical dialogue in swirls-

Like today. I walk myself, in my footprints

Was it kosher to wake up a sleeping poem, when

You were shrinking like microcephaly,

In-between the spaces body moves

Poised to confront the improvised explosive device

Between the hope and betrayal lies the truth

Night comes like a black dog

I will gather you― through the uproar,

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god?