by Goirick Brahmachari
To approach the stateOf containing no meaning, The end of sound mustBegin; abstaining the speech First, then the sighs or the moansNow the minds must stop, All anatomies disem-Bodied; entities Resolved to isolate orFade into silenceThe drone of an agedOld fan, text alerts, alarms,Cars disappear; roadsMelt into rivers, disjointMonophonics in this ageWhen soliloquyBecomes the only script, allThe codes and trialsFail to connect us; no, don'tBlame it on our ignorance.
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