Some one is pulling off my ribs
one after another
the bleeding is mine;
memories scattered here and there
hard to knit;
an image far away
always streaked in blood
sighs
sorrows
and lamentations piling up
the sky enormous
blue and vacant
and as cool as ice
but still i feel the pulse
act
and dream
in a time pneumatic
hard and foul.
Persona
Quaid Uz Zaman
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