Tonight
I can only talk about peace ,
tonight
I can only talk about life,
I see so many signs ,
not so much in the concrete ,
but in the abstract ,
not in the actual seeing ,
but in the vision of the eyes ,
not in the actual feeling ,
but in the transition
that borders
on the real and surreal ,
like the horse , the cow ,
the buffalo
know
by instinct
when the storm
is about to strike
the unsuspecting shore ,
and that
keeps me alive .
akash
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