A minimizing effect of the totalizing reality,
A hand burnt in the sun, jarred with the possibility of a shoe polish.
Constant pull and push culminated in a commodity,
Of labour, of exchange, and mythical historicity.
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Sweat piercing the skin in the brightly lit sunlight,
Slowly becomes a tear colluding vision,
As the motion accelerates, so is the vision furthered
?
It is not me, you but the general whole
It?s not even a conspiracy, or a tragedy, but the reality
A design, a designation of unequal equals
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The shoe had to shine,
And he had to polish, though he could,
Do the other as well.
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Each grotesque act had its own music;
And the end,
Was a congregation of magnificent discordance?
(Enakshi Sharma)
