Exploring the epiphany

It was inside the ocean…

caught in a loop,

Isolated…dejected…one melancholic mechanical consistency.

It was carrying the immortal coals…into their crematorium.

Ocean never asked for permission to get into it’s ribcages and inside the rainy soul.

In a relative affair it was motionless with time…

Speed and unrequited touches from this fuming waterboy.

I was there…I was there with it on a trippy afternoon,

We talked about our own loops, our cubicals, our naked monotony.

And how we both have always wanted minimum and got the same.

We both have always wanted to bomb the bridges connecting our deserted nights and overcrowded mornings…

we both going towards the known demolition.

But still I was better…I have my freedom for death,

I can have it on my Pen’s nip…I can choose a molted scotch to go through it…

But it was not in it’s own…

He just couldn’t cut through the…

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