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Micropoetry
When The Skies Call
to bear the soul
Slip through my fingers
in coarse grains of seconds split — ignored
beguiling lures warped fine, to space-time unknown.
Appeased high — tonight, my undulated attention
swayed to forget — the many mouths hungry
and massacres annihilated.
Sing to me the songs of stellar — poise
unruffled, nullifying burning skies
pledged to, by one of onus revered.
from eons before to epochs after,
we bring — change, so to move
frenzied points, hurried in — time — unborn.
Viraji Ogodapola ©February, 2025.