This evening
Out side
Incoming
Like a rain
Within
Paints love
All over...
As if this living is
A state dreamt
And unachieved,
This evening
Out of a side
In coming
Like a breeze
Within
Sweeps me
Of all little shades dark
As if dark is non living,
And as if Blood shots are left unheard...
This evening
Outside like a canopy
Of lustre divinity so formed
In coming like stir
Within
Keeps me
Shaken and stirred
As if that stir rises a star
A glitter
A gleam...
And me
EVOLUTES
From tiny
To Life...
Like locus of the centers of curvature...
Redefined,
Refined,
Retuned,
A space curve...
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