World association.

What would cause you to fall in love 

with old world of words thoughts of failure

games played on the roads to power 

lanes filled with Rebellious tales 

Bound in the monsoon assam ink runs 

On parchments 

Whilst marching on the city’s held 

closest to the rivers hearted keys that swelled 

with the vision of muted strings 

watching television from hills of misplaced 

battles and political divisions in 

directionless towns being networked 

In Tarmac and the socially felled 

by movie makers stitching celluloid

Trying to.