Modicum of Nirvana

In an oversimplified world
it gets uneventful

you see the same old sun
getting older
with each passing day

and the nights nudging words
that aren't getting any wiser
and are aborted as irked inklings

it's either a horizon
or an impasse

the cause and the effect
mothballed in an existence
spiralling into a certain end

the capes of continuity feel heavier
cursing the beginnings
craving for a nakedness
that holds no secret

a little indecency, perhaps
just putting up hope for auction!

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