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Dew drops glisten like tears

In rhythm, Outside myself 

Farther from you and Smaller still, 

I walk From you, Without myself

In   narrow lanes, not knowing,  

i walk I am not sure what i see 

On paths of questioning 

rocking the sky  

underfoot, From myself

[a mangled caricature, 

underfoot, of myself]

Outside the temple, Rocking the sky 

As decrepit as my heart 

you are my shrine 

narrowed,  rattled and cracked 

Telling the world we exist, or should

– opus125

Image: in a love so tender and divineby ilsung <Reflections of India>