lost origin

part of me in dust bowl
some part in lush green paddy fields
some in salty murky waters
yet a part in deep dark forests

torn between several geographies
boundaries have never drawn a line
I run amok to gather the pieces
and feel myself as a being

then there are those smaller factions
trampled somewhere beneath the dancing feet
gasping to breath in the swimming pool
lost behind the mask on actor's face

mobile rings
pieces splatter
silence breaks
existence recoils

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