Dot To Dot
The nascent fiery dot
in the sunburst dawning horizon
spans the sapphire sky,
driving the dazzling day
on the transient transit.
The spent sun sinks
as the blazing golden point,
the last flare gleams the end,
completing the dot to dot connection
in the lattice of time continuum.
The disguised designer of destiny
creates an intricate pattern
with bewildered specks of being,
getting joined in the journey
to make the motif of existence.
In the ordained matrix of my life,
I consumed my time to connect
the disparate dots of self,
configuring the contours of me,
waiting to conjoin the last dot.
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December 11, 2022
For Brian Strand's Contest No. 1180
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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