Round to begin,
Round to end.
Shape itself defying
casting it in boundaries any.
Seas, oceans, splashes of brine
Rivers, rivlulets, creaks many
Girting the life on this blob of soil
without ownership or intent
How long are you
going to hanker
straddling across the borders
manmade?
Armies and nuke heads
posted to defend
Many doing rounds in the air
that flows undivided
Sentries weren't enough as if
for us to alienate
One from the other
of the same species sapient
Divided by indifference
many a ways we find
To call this alien, that foreign
On the only planet
that could bear the weight
of us ignorant ingrates.
All the while,
floating in the middle of nowhere
in the vast void, sheer darkness.
spinning about itself.
At home. Content.
Wherever it is.
On the map of the universe.
(that has no boundaries,
no beginning, no end.)
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