The warmth around kalshi, my chatterbox
The appendix and punctuation and learning new words
As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs
The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired
The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened.
"Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the turtle and the slow and the steady, for a steady pain, off and on.
They beat around the heartbeats , and beat around the bushes too, in the fish-o-fillet
Or a thousand dollar contract with relocation to move your sofasets, beds and the canopy that added on, in toothpaste
bad-mint-on when Rome must burn!
Why so much noises around a sunlit day? When nothing matters in a significant way?
still the passing day felt a mere Sigmund truth, shivering in high fever and so to say.
Noise walls and Walgreen corona tests in Michigan, they all seem in perfection, to sync in tune, in an asynchronus way. Attuned though.
I am no one in this wide world, a mere plain thinker in a simple living, coping underneath a magnificent sky, visible from a petio.
And the visible impeccable the enormity and We , as the next week may see, might never be,
as the story must go on, replaceable by a wiser call, when unseen faith should debate less,
even without a visibility, aftermath serenity and among the prettiest face,
an innocense that grew up, on its own, for many reasons to disown, within a traveller's grace.
Still, I saw you there, also, at the end of a tiresome day
I felt, I am a longevity in a dark silence, where supplication in faith may
Without pointing fingers to a mannerism in equity and dwelling in a voice synthecizer...
As kalshi was looking back in the black and white again, before we parted, for ever.
1:37 AM
8-6-2024
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Tamanna Ferdous
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