This, we call life.

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Things, things are made of these days
Volumes, of volumes around us
Material is immaterial
Secrets within secrets they lie.

Acts behind acts is living these days
Takes after takes we call life
Artificial is real
Signs within signs they find.

Know, known is unknown these days
Delay in delaying the wait
Unshown is shown
Time within time they slide.

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2 thoughts on “This, we call life.

  1. You haven’t visited India in a while. Unfortunately they don’t have a Booker for poems extempore. Try and see something beyond words like the circus we inhabit in life. Wonderful poem. really evokes what i would like to see. Make haste slowly. Darkness visible, Styron style. All the best

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