Quartered choices

Being human in thoughts
I juggle planets and stars
In plurality of space and time
Taking clue of reference clock
Other than nights and days

I am a meagre hand
Of a larger mead
Meadow of bursting silence
Nebula of dust and gases
Taking a nihilistic end

My quartered choices
Are already revolving around
I am the static gaze of an invisible eyes
Commanding an elementary bond
Between crying life and frothing death

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