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By Diya Sood


the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience;

mostly because the folk are unable to relate to it.

What must have felt of Icarus who

If, had only waited enough,

For the moon to be in place.

For the crescent would have certainly let him dangle,

And he would not have been like catharsis to Daedalus.

His wings were dying,

Melting into the deep.


For the moon and sun are like parallel lines.

Parallel lines that never meet.

They mustn't!

As a rule.

But, when they do

It is as if the solar plexus hath attained its goal.

Attained glory, even.


Daedalus could have but only prayed–

For the collaterals to align

So he could feel the other versions of himself,

Which weren't desolate,

Which felt something other than exulansis.

By Diya Sood

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