abileneOblivious to the

tune of

time

It passed

He roared quietly

Inside

Three deer a tiger and a lion

Grazed

Near the

Stream of fate

That

He couldn’t cross

Beyond all knowing

Risking the

The realm’s chance

On the other

Side

A dream passed

His face

Cold

Chilling

A flame on

His forehead

Prophesised

His atomic

Destiny

Take the leap

of

faith

into paradise

swim in the

well

of sweet

this is

the

paradox

 

 

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