GODSPEED

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a solitary slow-mo sec,
time-bide at pit stop
before my engine’s roar
i draw one line from core

to speed them lonely laps
long after the race is casht
in a land where no man maps
pencil and paper may stand a chance

i bump the corners off the page
turn an edge into a centre
where i draw a rose with utmost care
how divine it glows,
so rare


wish me!
wish me!
godspeed!

God speed
some grace to me

for these thorns,
this stem,
this wondrous gem,
becomes the best of me.
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