Looper (Ajay-Kumar) (1)

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I am impulses, sunk in cranial juice,

It is where I start, and my journey too,

Journey not worthy of epic ballads.

(Finding oneself has never been heroic)

Journey of no light, no princess, no gold,

But a walk, through a cold eternal night

Where silence echoes like a jukebox stuck

On a boring song as good as the moon

If there was no sun to complement her.

There lay scattered ruins of all sixteen fires,

The seventeenth- half burned, half water wet,

Hanging upside down like larger labrats.

My mind a master of thousand tortures

But the path is even still, so I walk

And walk, jog a lil, run then, until I

End up where I began- therefore I am.

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