there are always two sides
one must rationalize that everything will always turn out right
inside out
when it is too far and tiresome on the other side
it makes you see what you have not seen
from the nearness of
blindness of this side of life
you begin to realize there is no end on the other side
it always extends and then extends further like a pi and
returns again from where you are sitting like a comma of a sentence
and from what you have written, tired and lonesome,
wanting to put an end to your self defacing sentences
you feel like
another line has to be made
since another door of lengthy thread of thoughts opens for you
as soon as you close
another paragraph like the way you seal a vent
in the wall of your boredom.
always it says: welcome
welcome
welcome and so you rise and tell yourself
i like it
i am alive and each moment is as precious as
a grain of sand kept in my pocket
after that bath in the midnight sea
RIC S. BASTASA
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