Callings(poem)

The clayey peasantry
and
the ceramic urbanites
gathered around
a lean fire
to take a break
from the alienation.

Only
the unemployed time
and such died
attentions
seems to kindle
the lulled lava
lying in the nucleus of
hearts and minds.

The numberless tabs
opened in the browser
And
the overlong wishlist
halted in the Amazon cart
makes life
a cartoon.

We never trust
the sugars
But
surrender the five senses
even the 6th, 7th, and the nth
to the candied companies.

What a pity!

I forget this, again.

What a pity!

I will remember this, again.

What a pity!

Such meditations are lost in figures of speech.

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