Dead Vision Resurrected
I walk around the graveyard at a snail's pace
Trying to figure out where I had buried my vision
A pick in one hand and a shovel on the other
The day I buried my vision is still vivid in my mind
a friend's influence had led to its sickness and later death
I read epitaphs on other tombstones
I also noticed that there were some fresh graves
Mourners were gathered around virgin graves
I located the grave I was looking for
The epitaph boldly proclaimed, 'Itai Oscar's Vision 2006-2010'
It took me couple of minutes of digging vigorously
To reach what now looked like a coffin
After removing the lid, I realised that maggots had done a splendid job
I rearranged the skeletal remains on the ground
Can these bones live?
A faint inward voice gave me assurance
'If the structure is there, then resurrection is inevitable'
I became aglow with hope
Now the vision is alive
Now the vision is running
Now the vision has produced after its own kind
Dead visions can be resurrected...
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