Roots

Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Perennial

One small blip
Before my graph straightens forever
One small indulgence
Before I fast forever
One small raindrop
Before I drought forever
One small...
One small...
No use!
I should let go
Once and for all
They come and they go
Multi-hued ink clouds
And blot my paper
And also wisp away
And I am left virgin again!
Ha-ha-ha
Haha-haha-ha!
I am left virgin again
Colourless
Tasteless.
And so I flow
Minding my own course
Once and for all.
I follow my tail
Touching
Almost touching
Never touching
Not once
Not ever
Forever

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