A room in the world

Supposing that the room is the universe,
The whirring fan above my head,
An Absolute, defying description,
Making Hegel turn in his arrogant grave-
And the words in numbers
Are the waves of an inherent vice,
Spreading curses along parallel worlds-
As the spreadsheet of time is ripped to shreds,
Allowing the ridges of space,
And the genitals of the universe,
To lock in a fierce carnal expression
of love,
hate
and passion!

And the light-
White in its burning agony,
Covering the dirt and dust of the room,
And the cannibal cells that live
Within me-
Building civilizations
Of decay and death,
And utopian worlds
That collapse in satisfied bliss
Of smoke and earth!
That light
Splinters out of existence
Trying to reach darkness.

To think,
What a tragedy…

– Shakya Bose

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5 comments

  1. Tokoni O. Uti · April 24, 2015

    What inspired it?

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    • golpobolo · April 24, 2015

      a conversation about our place in the universe… 🙂

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      • Tokoni O. Uti · April 24, 2015

        Colol 🙂
        Love the pic by the way

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      • golpobolo · April 24, 2015

        thank you, but i took it out of the net…. 🙂 i was hoping to credit the photographer, but couldn’t find his name…

        Liked by 1 person

      • Tokoni O. Uti · April 24, 2015

        Hey i hope you don’t mind but i’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com

        Liked by 1 person

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