life trumpet's
the loud
for the living volcanic shrouds
of politics of political doubts.
the doubts
the political lime line
pieced in multicolor quandary
sowed in nothing but doubt
to rule the unsuspecting
to reward the artistry of, the fix.......
the power clicks........
it must change, the mind thinks in doubt
it could change
by politics
by talks
by persuasions
by reasons
by rationale
by discourse,
so I thought.
as the day breaks
fuzziness of ideal mirage fades
the doubts, the political renegades return.
reality sinks and reminds that
politics is a game.
to keep the mass occupied in political shrouds.
to make the players feel powerful in name.
dogmas rule
the fertile ignoramus pool.
there has to be a way out of this quandary.
the brain rebels
against the slow evolutionary crawl
a crawl antithesis of evolving evolutionary intent,
so I thought.
the mind
the brain
the logic
the thought
circumvent
in nothingness, the space.
the sounds
the trumpets
the games
are all nothing but momentary names.
nothingness prevail
in empty hollow space.
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