Doob doob dada dida

The eyes are now a networked red
Something has died unnoticed within
The rhyme is not of the essence today
The time is past for one to pay

The seed let out a gasp n sigh
Afraid of the starry sky
Away from the light and musk and care
Away from the place it was its own

The times are slow and halting
The hands now tired
Into the blue one shall float
Leading to 'This is the end...'

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PS: Nov 26
There is the one, in a crowded marketplace of mirrors. And there is only the one, till the time there is none; only a wisp of smoke, blending slowly into the light (aka void to some).

"Hello? One Medium Pepperoni please."

"Tom & Jerry... and Epimethea"

Long time its been.. and while there's been so much happening dearie my dear, here's a little bit of the something from a few days back...
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The cat tip toed o'er the line
With grace and light so feline
As if dreamy in a trance
Wont for a little song and dance.

But just as things got dreary dry
There shone a light from the sky
It looked around in silence new
No sound to hear; even a meow.

Its eyes now staring out aloud
Took sight of an opened cloud
Through the peeking curtain tress
Lending to the hanging dress.

In its shades it searched for truth
Like journeys with the Don E. Knuth
Just then a frisky mouse hopped by
The chase began in earnest high.

The dress hung there for ever more
With a thousand suns through the shore
The thought was lost up in the air
As was she, stretching on a chair.

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PS: Epimetheus.