The days grew darker still,
steadily the black enveloped
our world
until nights rolled into day and
no one was the wiser.
And they knew
days will be darker still.
Quieter still, when the race is finished,
They all won and they all lost.
And they rest their tired bones,
tired minds, tired souls.
Merging into one another
Merging back into the being
the earthquake separated from
And we found ten thousand limbs
And we saw God with ten thousand eyes
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Image Courtesy: Rapture by Brian Oldham
Arnab Mukherjee 