My Favourite Song
My favourite song is in play which moves me even when decapitated
shocked not to know where I am
nothing recognizable only my clothes, myself and the song
when about to begin its dance moves
a flash of time and space sweeps away.
My favourite song is in place- unbelievably in a car
with a girl I dated more than a decade ago
same face, same smile, same voice but on a bigger anatomy
and mammary glands I never had an idea of
resisting her urge to follow in dancing
the growth of the anxiety of my lost exacerbates.
My favourite song is in play- both of us freely seated
and none driving a car in full speed on the highway.
A truck coming to give a head on collision,
so much screaming opens my eyes
to realize but only my favourite song in play.
Oh that favourite song!
Translated into my dreams from the alarm
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