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Of the created lot, Am the meandering one,
A mass of battling red,
Am always on a steady diet
Ever since the mothers bred.

Chemicals galore in profound reacts
When devils dare to tread,
The flames crack like the daring sun
And cells suffer a wreck.

Parts are fed with signals released,
Castles on the air are built,
Images form with colors bright
Traces of the past are sealed.

Departments of thought rise from Me,
I am read in books.
Creation emerges from the mind and senses
Yet asylums flourish with crooks.

Messages I gather from the senses five---
Are sent in a light year’s way.
Memory thrives in my very core,
I’m a keyboard away.

They reason Me out as the created best,
And nourish My sphere’s layers.
They ordain rules to protect my case,
From the dangers that strike their fares.

The universe sparks in the subterranean domain.
The designs of law are etched,
Loss and gain share moments across-
And sacrifice tarry the rest.

Born am I in labored love.
And extend Myself to the south
Slowly shape ‘neath the groves of dark
I have no head no mouth.


I’m the centre of all that is,
And all that’s yet to come,
Read me by the lines I stretch,
And Newton and Eliot become.

The glossary of my veins if well memorized,
Will dissolve the distance untread,
The fabric of my pattern if well understood
Will gratitude in your self portray.

I carve a niche in the business world,
While the media rocks with tunes,
I reckon the ravaging bravehearts
While in their solitude they happily muse.

The creative urge from my marriage with Heart
Has the world in the throes of death
The globe breathes in the arms of Lust
And clones of mine are traced.

I suffer the mind’s wrath unruled
In shapes and regions asunder,
Toxins corrode my nervous terrain,
And dig my fissures with thunder.

Sanity suffers numerous threats
Barring messages to be sent,
Customs perish in love and hate,
While I in my shock beheld---

A world of chaos that origins from me,
Yet I, a unified whole,
Wait and watch the generations that pass
With music and promise in store.

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