Showertime Reflections by Hardik Gandhi (The Harmonist)

In the hollow cubicle,
glistening needles fall on my head,
 
Injecting twisted light it picked up
from various parts of the planet.
 
The Total Internal Reflection
that held the light rays,
 
Hit below critical angle,
Inside the lower density fluids in my latent brain.
 
They run to assemble at the core
of the invisible black hole.
 
Juxtaposing. becoming a behemoth,
Taking over my intentions.
 
I run out of the cubicle with a goal.
With wings on my soul.

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