i am not a poetry of enlightenment
nor i am a prose piece rich in myriad philosophy
i am not a queer movement
nor some distant still unbeaten mountain
i am not a guitar taut with strings made of errors
nor i am a tv soap for you and your friends to watch and laugh
i am not a heartbroken kitten
nor i am a bloodthirsty canine
i am not Hades, not Poseidon, not Zeus,
i am not Horus, not Indra, or the divine Brahm
i am not where you seek me, nor i am where i was found
i am nowhere in the middle of my birth and death
i am lost. not lost lost maybe,
but just another synonym. i am not the word you seek
when you forget something, i am its antonym
choking your throat, clutching your tongue
i am not a quote to keep you motivated
i am the click bait of your procrastination
i am not the recycled glass you tinted for your windows
i am your window, the broken one, with edges still sharp with malice
and ends poisoned, my centre is lost in abyss
and i am hinged to some memorable styx
i am not your strength, your arms, or your charms even
i am your heel, your unconcern, your decay
i am
i. neither us, nor you, not anything different, no mean, no curious,
selfish, stoic, eccentric. i am
INFINITE.
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