It will be a long night
let the stars reverberate in you,
let the muse die for your inexperience.
There will be a naked body,
cease to exist,
stained with radical scars,
and on that note my friend…you will see the completeness of your master.
Touch that body, enter that body, smell that body…
You will see the simple ways to connect to this exponential world.
The way a road breaks, the way one sole shopkeeper open his shop of well crafted loneliness,
the way a train goes like it was made in motion…
Like all those you will see that there’s no point trying…
There’s no point making right efforts,
there’s no point walking with million others in the morning…
You run…you run…you run…and you come across an eternal abyss, knowing that you have no other way than to jump.

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Photograph: Prasad Np.