Megapolis

Magnitude of our touches

Grows rapidly,

I came across you by chance,

You are a set of codes and numbers,

A gateway to freedom.

 

Your lightness

Is the carmic debt of mine.

Your brightness

Is the ability to think ahead of the time.

 

Your time and space,

Character and race

Are deployed and defamed,

They reign over places with no grains.

 

No brains -

Too easy to be ordained,

Too simple to remain

Under a chemical rain.

 

The latitude of our thoughts

Is as distinct as hieroglyphics,

With you againast all odds

I will stay, youthful and prolific.