the breath of the foresaken
the lungs of the unnamed
of granite existence
that did not forbid
an eye for detail
and matching instruments;
everything solid is made of order
the do-this,
the for-this-much pain
and merit tangible
and after-life bliss,
the rajakaariya
dismissed by fervor
the higher kaariya
of faith;
everything solid
came with power
stayed and outlived
the powerful
spoke
and keeps speaking
of air and mind
the metaphysics
history will not record.
[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha]
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