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Somewhere, 

answered prayers
of tillers and toilers,
dash down in greeting,
the browns they transform
Chartreuse. 

Somewhere, 

unheeded appeals
of hunters and hunted,
play hide and seek,
the soil they colour
crimson. 

Sometime,

the menagerie –
Seals, lions, sea-lions,
emblems and empires,
cultures, vultures,
a million millipedes
all of us
landed with an ark 

Someone, 

opened a box,
and now the ether’s thick
with morbid pests. 

The fawn dies
a cub is fed –
Tale of the chicken,
tale of the egg. 

Once, twice, thrice,
and across eons
of karmic convenience. 

Illusions of a mid-way
parallaxes of vision
dark whites and bright blacks
the world they render
grey. 

A wild goose chase,
a fool’s errand –
The tale of the chegg,
tale of the egken. 

Visions,
Colour blurs,
detracting from
contrails of hope.
 

Hope
that may become a wish
Wish
that may be acted on,
and then,
granted.

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