Only Gods and infants
Don't blink,
Says a man who lives on
six bottles of beer every day.
Gods are dead,
Infants are yet to feel alive.
The lids don't flutter as such,
Eyes don't shut to the touch.
And You who pierces through
My demons and my virtues;
My silences and my larynx;
My nothingness and my action
Without a blink,
Must be
Either of the two.
But any which way
You are dead.
3 comments:
It is said that, the only state that persists till eternity is death.
Yet, this is a truth most blatantly thrown by you on that god's face who is dead.
And you know better about the kid who lives on six packs of ambrosia and blinks.
hey aaroo i caught you blinking the other day
Great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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