june

June 11th, 2005
june beckons me
to get out of my cocoon
and spread
the metamorphosis crumbs
to the earthly ground
covered with dew and cosmic dust
my crumbs shall stay there
until someone picks it up or
until the sun dies out
and shall be left afloat
for another cosmos
of higher intellects
taller buildings
faster motions
where each person digests
adequate and nutritious
breakfast
and knows that time is not
just a bottle to fill up but
the fourth dimension
of one’s mundane existence



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