No mirror ever dissolves, Reflection and water, In one's eye
What graph would you make of lines of thought?
The triangle of pain is without any angle
Countless races have dreams alike, But sleep and night-watch
Are never the same!
Names are forgotten, Codes alone come to mind in nuclear setups
Dreams of radiant generations, Are smitten, By atomic explosions
Cities sink, Nuclei dissipate
Orbits dwindle, What remains
Are terra and sol in the dance of death, God is a casualty.
A moment of brightness, in a light year breaking into smithereens
In a million eons
An accident - yes
But not an event
History is continuity
Broken once
Telescopic eyes, tired out, give up, their distance watching
Lost planets, Bygone epoches, have no interposition.
Who will look for flowers in spring-fresh hands of tiny tots?
Who will see dreams in eyes-yours and mine in centuries to be?
No one is sure
Of things lost in water!
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