Dim And Divine
A dim car watched by the skull
Is shining its lights for us to lose sight.
This winter we are divine,
As hopping is made a pleasure
From car to car, from vehicle to vehicle.
We are deceitful to ourselves,
When we lose this dimness and reach full light.
A crash occurred and was pre-fabricated,
The cars were switched on for the engines to murmur.
poem by Naveed Akram
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