Abstractions
written by: Afraaz Mulji
@AfraazMulji
In this sonic landscape we dwell in ambiguity, a fairer house than prose
and so I ask
what is this absurd reality?
who owns it?
me, you, we, they?
in every moment,
the grace to transcend,
suns and moons and stars
as we get closer and closer,
who are we serving?
Master and servant dance in and out of possession, obsessions?
who are thou?
A bird singing?
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