Roll up the carpet
With all its suns, moons, stars, planets,
Comets, galaxies, nebulae, black holes, white dwarfs
Riddles, mysteries, wonders, happiness, sorrows
Fulfillments, emptiness, voids, logics, paradoxes…Whatever;
Roll it up.
Every wave ends in the narrow Ionian Sea
Every mountain dwarfs before the crumbling Olympus
I am the Nth Me
Existing beyond existence
Life within without
Breathlessly breathing …
© Syed Ahmed Shah, Bokultol,6th of April,2012.
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