Dream sleeps,
In time and space.
In many forms,
Bombs, born in time
Bloom,
Burst,
Burn,
Bury;
Production, marketing,
procurement
The loyal triplets
Sneak through the holes
of insecurities, in broad daylight.
Unwilling users, unable
to stop, usher the unwanted.
The root
The need
Words,
Power,
Clarity and more of it,
For dissensions and destruction!
Yet
Yearning to be in
seventh heaven,
To live happily ever
after,
Six continents, a small
number
Divide into uncountable
pointlessness;
Not divide the divisible.
In time and space,
Dream sleeps.
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