Denouements

Wakings have not changed, sleepings either.
Everything that runs unaffected and
moves and has moved ahead. The quiet

jazz of sleepy mornings hums and drools
then falls to nothing. Pity. The cold gurgle
flow of air whirrs momentarily.  Slippage of time

has a distinct sound to it, not a thud boom bang though. Unawares,

it runs in the backdrop. Beating hearts and buzzing neurons. You
hear it then you do not. The distant automobile grinding
and grunting through the streets makes nothing much in the way of an

argument. Vague denouements become vaguer. 

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Anant