The Reality
Why are we shocked
with the space we owe?
Conveys with it a specific frustration
With not a single companion to have,
But how little we need to bring
The main exhilaration that exists,
Is the exhilaration we've carried with us
Frangipanis outside needs thy steady acclaim,
The inflated shafts, once a primary fascination
Looks fit for somebody other than me
Still it’s mine
Now I think It
Will be known by the art we hang
May be that is the reason
Wherever we go nowadays
Vanity has tailed us like a pet
When we believe in anecdotes
Than worldly companions can never be ours
I feel that with a house this way,
I should set up a major gathering
That would please with vulnerabilities of night,
And simply attempt to settle in
As everybody, even in his own space, is a vexed visitor
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