CHAOS
Chaos is upon me
When thou art not here
A presence
OR AN absence
Both conjure up
The inscape
In which we are together
Lost in amorous follies
The hands of clock cease to move
It is a timeless moment
Spared for us
By the psyche
A breach to broach
How soon the hour glass marks time
And the two loners
Will go ahead
In desert or dreary waste
To find out their shadows
Mocking at substance
If any
Lack of substantiality is no chaos
Albeit it doth entail it.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
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