Punctured Sky Bends the Night

Words lost in the crevices of the sky 
Will one day fall as rain,
Drenching the damp earth 
Where Lullabys are unwritten stories 
hemmed to a setting sky,

They never burst in the seams,
Slide ’n tinngggs like a few screws
Moving in an empty box,
They share the sun, cut it into pieces
Put it on a plate, faux painted with the 
Moon and stars,
Punctured sky bends the night,
Chasing light on the highway with each 
Closing halogen,

My mind moves with this dark
Holding the light blink-vanishing,
Huffing-puffing reaching the fence
From where you can only float,
Where the constellations move 
with the water,
Fishes swim in the ether,
And a strong wind carries him….

Recognizable only in his patched 
clown coat  and screw eyes,
I see his arthritic walk in the broken
road familiar,
The old hawker who sold dreams…..

Time.
He moves like time.
Ferried by that paper boat
disappearing in the wild,

How often do we dream death
And ask death are we dreaming ?

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#Mental Health

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