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Poetry by A.J .Rao

The resolution

That time the script was promptly made
And sealed, waiting to be enacted and, later,
In the marshy outreaches of my somnolence
There arose several original questions
Of ethical propriety and logical integrity
The bit players seemed to evolve differently
When awareness took an abrupt turn
The leading up to and the denouement got lost
As always, I have to start all over again.

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The paper

That was a mere red-banded paper
Itching to reclaim original state
Of un-sweet bagasse and bamboo
With absolutely no musical possibility
As lonely as our drooping eyelids
Behind the vacuous legal scroll
Some faded white trousers reiterated
Black legal existence and bow tie
Our sleep-together of fearsome nights
Leapt out of the window cat-silent
Into the sterilized portals of wordy law
Our mummified before was not this
Our after-thoughts slowly cauterized us
As we waited for the black decision.

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