It was his move..
He looked at the cue ball, and then ran a race of his sight for the flawless, undaunting solids.
Substantially, he rose above the table, the warfield of his mark, above all organic and inorganic complexes, beyond worries and envy, surpassing greed and social demarcations, vacating the earth that was serendipitedly underneath, to his mortal physical form..
He rose up for he knew that only a broader picture of the dash c'ld bring him closer to fetching his aim.
He rose up for he wanted to do justice to the game by rendering the necessary homage to its flow...
He leviated for he was 'he'...
43 degrees right of centre, towards the bottom, a mild stroke...
The purple beast couldnt' buck and budged compliantly to the knock.
Coupled with this, the cue ball, retracing its path in the mirrored fashion, and exhaustively spinning on its axis, as if exuding the consequence of the impact, stopped acquiescingly 7 inches from the GRAIL of the round, ball no. 8.
There was an evanescent clamor among the personae.
He heard a voice blurting, "damn! the black bastard eclipsses the hole from the white."
At that moment he had his due, for another murmur conformed from within...
It said, "well done."
He looked at the cue ball, and then ran a race of his sight for the flawless, undaunting solids.
Substantially, he rose above the table, the warfield of his mark, above all organic and inorganic complexes, beyond worries and envy, surpassing greed and social demarcations, vacating the earth that was serendipitedly underneath, to his mortal physical form..
He rose up for he knew that only a broader picture of the dash c'ld bring him closer to fetching his aim.
He rose up for he wanted to do justice to the game by rendering the necessary homage to its flow...
He leviated for he was 'he'...
43 degrees right of centre, towards the bottom, a mild stroke...
The purple beast couldnt' buck and budged compliantly to the knock.
Coupled with this, the cue ball, retracing its path in the mirrored fashion, and exhaustively spinning on its axis, as if exuding the consequence of the impact, stopped acquiescingly 7 inches from the GRAIL of the round, ball no. 8.
There was an evanescent clamor among the personae.
He heard a voice blurting, "damn! the black bastard eclipsses the hole from the white."
At that moment he had his due, for another murmur conformed from within...
It said, "well done."
...
HE is ME...
HE is ME...
1 comment:
WILL BE is better than IS.....
Future looks...bright.
by the way what was WAS???
Think over it..
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