Can vice and virtue be held in hand
Can salt and pepper be so bland
As Love and passion and visions
grand
Aren't they castles, made of sand ?
And into skin,bone and marrow, must we
peel
For, is reality really, worth the
feel ?
And deep beneath the formless fruit
clusters of the seedless truth
Lie scattered in the pathless route
As actions urged by reeking glands
Cant be more than sinking sands
Tell me dear Life
must we still go, hand in hand ?
This is a surreal poem based on random associations
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