Sunday, 23 March 2025

Let’s meet midway or let’s meet never

I look right then left

An e rikshaw overtakes a car
A boy on his bicycle 

A star explodes somewhere
And I cross the road 
The car light blinding me
The magnetic field shifts

And I reach out for your hand for balance
The light reflecting off of the veins in your hands
A cannulatable hand

But it swings forward 

And I shake hands with air





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