No Primal Questions
Category: /General/Today you were
not you, sitting in your
Talking of ethics
of pomp and rituals.
Your pageant was
fake. A disquieted observer
was being observed.
Everything is not true.
Sometimes human judgment fails.
You revert ―
to your native sense.
Morality again was nailed
on the stake. You are burned
alive for putting up the acoustics.
You hear nothing
because nothing was said.
A lull before the half-saints appear.
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