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  the -minded, in varifold rashomon tints

   
   

   
   
her khakis dozing off in a lazy noonish        
hazy matte from wayward clouds        
          
and, sitting listlessly for long, I gaze upon her          
through the sparingly wiped oversized lenses          
in perhaps similar haziness      
        
mind scores her abysmal, for her    
skeptical cells drill    
repetitive interrogations        
pausing here and there deliberate          
with convincing bits of splashed    
hesitations...feigning concern    
   
        
her tactical time-stretches crumble      
to gory boredoms, yet how buffered          
are these stillness eyes, of an in-borne          
sterility that's a bit acquired          
from core equatorial humidities of late
, these    
engage on and on, as they stare long    
the densely hung fanfare cobwebs          
in covers of the overall corruptness        
her station stinks of          
        
rustic tongue flows out of this native          
in fuller wavelengths, accentuates the plot          
in deepening self-implications          
        
suspicious airs quickly precipitate    
in between,  in line with her purposelessly          
sipped dark decoctioned filter kaapi- fuming    
copious in earnest hissing    
intentions          
        
        
who is the puppet and who's the puppeteer?        
we seem to know and yet not know          
        
        
built up blind screens hatch premature      
across the screeching door end near      
her- its corner reveals a hungry    
alloyed tip, a well-tanned    
rifle in the waiting    
        
wraps up this nirvana- buries        
an archived leaflet          
of an intimate passive session from its          
old-bookish passioned relic documentary          
still ever in classic premieres inner...,-by          
swift talks of a refined corporate's          
tanglish gibberishness          
sending in selves some made up    
sweaty jitters to her    
(un)due favours,  her    
   
so-long  prolonging session    
of played impulses get a response, an    
abruptly jumped in          
money deal- a closure    
        
        
   
   
intensive (dis)plays of disarrayed realities    
in crudely projected solidity    
shall never 'be' the extrapolations    
of sacred abstractive flights inner    
   
   









    
Written by summultima (uma)
Published | Edited 27th Mar 2018
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