"The Whirled In Between"
What dreams
in the time of
not thinking
we spent aeons
in conversations
with the unbelieved
deliberating
choices towards
our liberation
traversed
contracts written
by the unseen
such wordy
reams offered, the
scrolling walls speaking
wailing towards
the rising east
by some wordy
deity Poet,
The Wordsmith
well written, well read
resounding, surrounded
by Its masters of religion,
Its ambiguous philosophy
mystifying dreamers...
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