With the inverted glass pyramids
in hieroglyph'ed heart,I do contemplate...
wide spread are the perennial paths..
where the dead dust decorates my days...
lingering mirages in momentary lapses..
...''reach out''....said the Shepherd,to me.
All I am seeking is ;at this odd hour of rundown, is a flowing mirror..
All I want is... to sail my sky..
before ...one thousand suns, helplessly die !!
reaching to Rosetta.. soon .!!!
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