A tremendous force moved them apart.
They started moving in opposite direction, never to meet again.
Negativity of flight took them to frightening heights.
Like the two peaks temples apart.
First causality was grace.
Loaves of bread gave them carnal satisfaction.
But gravity was taking its toll,
Like god moving from one body to another.
The lungs started drowning in rib case gasping, panting.
Father of all the mistakes
Now promised to stop the whole transparency.
Life had become murkier.
Who is going to move the world
and resuscitate the renaissance from our bones?
