moulded by ancient, forgotten gods;
Doubt and hope, keep watch on life
And like dawn and dusk,
Relate neither to time nor space
Millions of gods have been crushed
When heavens churned and roads
leading up to those peaks perished
Uncounted pennies have been minted
One day's loot, just enough for the next
Treasures, pleasures, lives; gained
In the inner sanctum of one or the other
At times one is lost in cloud shadows
Of past lives and an unrepentant present
Or in mystic mountain sunsets. But always
Doubt and hope, like thought and word
Remain as heavy paperweights do
Keeping together the unwritten pages of
Life's pointless lengthy short tales
Your story and mine, together or alone
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