011709 few dare to breath

gazing eyes upon me
dissect me to pieces
with precision of a ray
yet i’m still motionless
with contempt to move
a bit left out of groove

chatter of mandibles
celebration of oracles
twinkle in misty morn
a new zygote is born
which alarm green cells
fade to the eyes of time

calm to utmost solemn
ants walking on cream
rise in heartbeats abound
likeness of deprive hound
only few dare to breath
a miss a certain death

Manonton Dalan

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