Words being perfunctory,
meaningless and of no tranquility,
in the woods of apocalypse and nihilism,
in the time of evangelism,
in the shade of glittery dusk,
and in the umbra of golden dawn,
are all about deepening chasm in shared lives
which were meant to adhere more than they abhor,
hum more than they grin, smile more than they smear.

Words remained the same,
filled with gloomy pitch
and hegemony of silence,
ushering into deep downtown,
ghettoizing the dungeons,
and finally, to end up with a good laugh at non-verse.

Above all this,
he had the knowledge that words have the ability to create and destroy.
However, he knew the none.

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