Farm

For infinitesimal, nanoseconds
Exquisite moments wobble
On life’s strings

I’ve learnt to farm
These in sacred recesses
Of heart’s marrow

This big bungling perennially
Humming organ misses several
Beats, marinating in “what ifs”

Not all enchanting dewdrops
Land on edgy life’s leaves, hordes
Abort in earth’s Kimono sleeves

Fumbling on integrated disintegrated
Life’s obliterating footprints, slake soul
With farmed, surreptitious swigs

Finally touching sacred grotto’s
Incandescence, bursting with paused
Fireflies glow,  pure joy,  still(ed) ~

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