Distorting Quantum Relapse

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By Sukant Kumar Panigrahi

Chiseled into air,
Broken figures,
Faint,
Seemingly formless,
Harrowing,
Cruel,
But quaint.
A Poignant tune,
Plays in my head,
Rythms,17577782_1849233761983563_23571364_n
Falling through seemless air,
On a Seiveless colander,
Knowing no end,
Perforate matter,
Endlessly flay.
Amidst turmoil,
My mind,
Resting on a fulcrum,
Sways,
Psychedelic.
Tear me apart,
Into bits,
Of binary,
But,
With the ones barred.
Scattered pixels,
Delicate,
Crowding on your screen,
Fragments,
Diminishing by the second,
Faceless,
Mere numbers in a sillicon brain.
Swept off its course,
A boat,
With a torn sail,
Mast ripped off,
Floating,
Endlessly.
Life or Death,
A tough bargain,
Gobblets filled with spirits,
Tart, balmy, bitter, sacharic,
Tipped,
Rains,
Drowing me,
Filling my senses with sensations,
Strange.
Smoke rising from cold ashes,
Oblique,
To the material plane.
Contained,
In space,
I am atoms held together,
Decaying,
Every moment,
By a Becquerel.
My conscience,
Finite,
In an indefinite frame,
Sometimes a still, constant,
Quasar,
Sometimes a varying, dynamic,
Cepheid.

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