Everything ,
all that can be outside this tiny little
speck I call now ,
is waiting in angst , in humility ,
in a delirously happy disposition ,
full of sorrow ,
a feeling of betrayal ,
a vengeful eye ,
a benevolent compassion ,
each for it's own like ,
a mirror ,
whole and unbroken ,
in the full essence of "now" .
akash
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