a part of the whole a whole divided in parts I deny connectedness by letting smoke envelope my existence, letting it define my incompleteness, creating illusions of wholeness. masks I wear conceal vulnerability while labelling certain parts of my animal self attributing it to another species masks let me live in peace with my brokenness Is there another universe on the other side of smoke? the somnambulist in me awakens to uncontrollable disasters the other side asserts itself.
Weekend Writing Prompt #148 – Somnambulist
Creative Experiments and More 
Thanks Reena for the inspiration to compose my long haiku/senryu on Mass Burial.
Dr. Lim Keng Huat, http://www.wonkywizard.wordpress.com
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It is wonderful! Very topical and realistic!
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Tomorrow our Nation is sealed for two weeks. Fancy the panic buying since late last night when the PM announced in TV. People dont follow basic rules of avoid large congregation; the mask less important than compulsive washing, without being obsessive in thoughts and fear.
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Stay inspired! Thanks a lot!
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This is as enjoyable as it is haunting.
masks let me live
in peace with my brokenness
This is an insight into the masks we all wear.
I added an “e” to your last name in a recent response. I guess I couldn’t help myself with two “e”s in your first name. But I’m sorry.
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I’ll have to look for the two ”ee’s 🙂
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mask is a task
a job
luggin
the fake
shit
it s time
to be
she
ok?
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