Playing on my foggy corneas
through the wooden eyes
her white bristles dipped in blue
delineating pours upon those dried streams
I, unaware of my birth flow and thus, my choice to know.
For a second say ‘milli’
my cell in a still with her road
as I am the bitten tongue in a Choco duality
and then, my hand waving to an empty screen.
It’s not showing six anymore
The alignment of old and new, that we both wish.
No worries, for now
the screen is watermarked
You shall exist for another twenty four.
Then I too shall acquire the ‘one day older’
I shall walk with you
My ‘old’ shall replace yours.