A mobile phone mast.

The worlds throughout our universe
Feel linked with the cosmos.
Each weeps with one another,
Each keeps the other within the bounds of sanity.
Yet I feel no link with Mr smith;
No comaraderie with the jonesi.

So tell me what is peace to those abivolent to the next man?
Why is love at the heart of all ideology and feeling?
Mr smith’s name is colin.
He likes warm toast on an evening:
This could be the only thread of exsistence
Keeping the cosmos from weeping
And dangling us within the realms of sanity,

Clock in.
Clock out.
Never raise a furthered brow in attention,
Never hault to marvel at your partner.
These are the worse times of life,
Not when all elaboration to life is lost,
But when life becomes background radiation.

A mobile phone mast.

Nikul

Plymouth, United Kingdom

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Does such a disparate and fragmented world still possess a homogenity?

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