And This Interrogation

The lips of eyes starkly black
A chequered pattern painted overleaf
A saline sea snowy white hidden beneath
Lost in the bitter abyss of anguish

People in hands are just names and numbers
Bringing volcanoes and floods
Causing seen, unseen erosion of self
Reducing to an imperceptible whole

Questioning now the rigidity of thoughts
Do you not come to the ceremony
When death and is resurrected again
And I conduct my own funerals
©jeyforyou

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