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At times, it sounds like crowds are cheering, when I'm sitting in a silent room.

With my lower jaw working on a merger with my upper. I take a deep breath and sigh.

Until I hear the silence.
Thoughts are noisy
Memories are like  wine.

Their taste increases with aging.
Can you guess as to why people consider me as  esoteric eventhough
I use simple words in my poems!
in course of time birth would become illegal but assisted death would be legal.
We are transferring human mind to computers.
I’ll write in the future

When I’m wise and I’ve aged

But what of this perspective?

With time it may change
Seize the moment
Our singular attention
In our future
In our past
Our unresolved emotion
In our forefront
Will it pass?
Head in the clouds
But if there is no apparent self, who is it that laughs at my distasteful jokes?
Don’t hold
Your gaze
Too long
On me
It won’t
Take long
For others
To see
That occupying
The air
Between
You and me
Is a palpable
Undeniable
Compatibility
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