What is that carving
into higher space
invisible to my eyes
The moment I squeeze
a reason for its presence
A hollow band of thousand thoughts
Get me nowhere
I paint dark pixels
of my unbecoming
Putting stress on my painting brush
What is that shriek
From the upper skies
Taking chance to my naked pain
The moment I touch
Body part mine
A longer howl, rip
Across an empty space
I avail nothing
of my longing, but
A casket of my unproven worth
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