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When Resolve Dissolve

Wretched soundingly silenced into the night,
Dusked into darkness, seeking purpose of my soul,
As I aim into higher alternations, dimming lousily the fight,
Some heartwrenching boogie leaves me purple and cold.

Purpose seeks to lift amidst all things new,
Day in and day out as I tend to scout,
Through my life and its banalities,
I endeavour a glimmer, a breath of hope anew.

What I do though in times to come,
Will bear no or very little resemblance to some,
So I forbear the tiny vesture of time,
Till linen uncloaked, unveiling the flash of aeon.

My salutation to you, the ever inspiring Muse,
A little covet, longing so profuse,
That I turn right and then left, but words still refuse to amuse,
However long, my path flattens towards the end line.

Curves and turns, twists and burns,
All look good in the midst of fairy tales and ferns,
As fairy tales give in to noisy lusterless worlds of tore,
Clasped firmly in my naked arms, I assay forever more.

Strange game of dependencies and assumptions,
Life I predict, is not entirely about up and downturns,
In the end, all that comes to dust and ash,
Sees it through a cycle of same, till we start to crash.

This cycle however grows on the strong,
To become their only means to spin the song,
Nurturing the seeds to further axial spinning,
Dependencies then mature to a total fall.

Words remain, so do pictures on the walls,
Strung to the mellowed town-halls,
Villages to towns and to cities, we sail,
They were civilizations, epics and storms, all hail.

This world in my purview, is a strange bore,
Life is too instant and vivid to a select few,
I try to make more purposeful, with great resolve,
Until resolution and role, toss away to dissolve.
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