The Soldier of Mind
You,
round faced
paper origami
the
mammoth long body of thorns,
how do you
sprint and dance now?
In the
occasions of forever upside chaos.
The chaos
that further extends to your mind,
to your
never met lover’s face.
The vacant
tongue of numerous pending words.
How do you
stay awake in the moments of abstract night?
The
epitome of a clock when it sinks,
sinking
the lotus shaped bowl along with itself.
How do you
keep yourself warm?
Warmth
that satisfies the heart?
You,
the blood-frothed mouth
of canvas
full of always moving objects
Why do you
stop now?
Move. Hop
and jump
like a
pictorial of a slipping soldier in your
mind.
Pronounce
this life like a star of your chest.
Understand
the breeze yet again.
No, do not
brush where the few leaves hang on,
for they
resemble pages of strength without a name.
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