Monday, August 25, 2025

Belonging

Between things we own 
(And still don’t)
And our timid souls 

Belonging runs like a thin filament 
Break it, I say, break it now!

No, no, no! You’ll be lost!
You will be lost to oblivion 

You’ll be freed, I say.

Freed.


-
Anant 

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