Inversion: Let everyone invert and revert stories, bodies, and motion

Do not move ahead so fast you took a part of me with you

There is stillness in this space, the silence envelopes, and everyone is quiet.

The cars move and the pigeons fly and wave the natural concourse,

For steps came back and the dog move ahead,

Head to head one moving forward, while the protruding fangs lay at the back.

Crawl and brawl the fangs had tentacles as legs, for humans moved ahead while the legs of an extraterrestrial superbeing emerged.

Humans know the tangent, of how to fool and drool the enemy eater.

Serve the pigeon that waved him as it moves and reflies at its position from where it started.

Thwarted the plan of killing the pigeon, Human an epistemology of contradiction, a hungry dominator of the food chain.

The pigeons slid and let their wings immobile they are dragged, churned by the grains the human gives.

The tentacles soothe its legs from the hotbed road,

Deriding to keep himself afloat at crossover beings to find the heavy pigeon.

The tentacles lay, slay, and churn the majestic altercated pieces of the street.

As the ruffled feathers wing the pigeon out.

The meat lay on the cosmic gaze. For all that time-bending spree was,

Regulated, fractured, and concocted. The pigeon flies again wrapping the city in her wings,

Churning offshored to peace, as if it was ever be roasted by the strength of heat.

Alas, it can’t as the flesh and its featherless body was taken by the moon and enveloped her with cold dust letting her lay in the moon’s lap.

She gently enlarges her featherbumps, equivalent to goosebumps.

As her eyes zoom inside and yet we see the run between chases and empty roads,

And zooms in from eyes to eyes, stories to stories, creations to creations, but at one time the time stops…..

Do you hear the sound…

A sound of silence…………….

A sound of decadence……………….

A sound of parlance………………………..

A sound of losing senses……………………….

A sound of moving horizons…………………………….

A sound of smashing topographies………………………..

Skybending cloud-altering atmospheres torn and wrapped like a page thrown to the dustbin,

And the bin lays afloat in a river which becomes a sky again to other people…..

As the movement begins for everyone moving back and forth and yet you see the pigeon about to fly, it will fly, it has to… It is flying…

And, as it flew it took the world inside the world, another world forming in interiors traveling in its wings

Flying to the moon and stars, Until and unless the dark expanding universe zooms out to the pupil of a baby,

It sparks its eyelids and the world inside the baby’s eyes is crumbling…..

Cosmic Insight

It's been a while since I had done photo poems. But I have a huge set of photos that can really carve a unique sense of writeup. This poetic transcription is the perplexed space from all to and fro happening. But when you see without any bias, it's just one story inside the other, the merging and blending is happening. While the forces are going too fast, too slow, etc.

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