every picture, he has clicked
In different colours, togerher as a collage
Not serving to impress, influence, only postulate
If they didn't, he would himself scrap them
One in his hunger
Of knowledge and beyond
Questioning his own hunger for such
One of multidimensional thoughts
Or need thereof
One of his need, wants, feelings of love
Rather its lacking, and if so whys'
One , where his tube searches for hers
Each
Distinct, yet a part apart a parting an apartheid
Treated as such
Punished as such
Stilled
Unstilled, often in such wanton thoughts
Of macabre , of inconvenient, of unconcern
Only for it all to be nothing
To wake up in such thoughts
Randomly, to look at his watch
Its 11, work calls.
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