A futile quest
To throw out your arms
To embrace
Unending expanses.
A waste of time,
Chasing mirages.
A waste of breath,
Taking those chances.
In vain it is
To point and prove,
In quantities
Or magnitudes.
Don’t try to chain
In sounds or words.
They do no more
Than allude.
You can try
To split the quarks
And keep going
Into the dark.
Just close your eyes
And seal your lips,
For what you feel
Undeniably is
Just what it is.
©Sai
9/1/21
Pic credit: SOCIAL.CUT (Unsplash)
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