'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
~

'...an oasis in the desert,
Human haplographies
swimming in Dead Sea scrolls,
wise beyond its understanding,
ignorant beyond its role.'
~

'...found its way and bred a 'game',
to undo the rules of mind and frame.
And nature laughed away as the voices grew,
washed out the field and buried 'their' crew.
So how does a 'twilight' paws!
Closer than a heartbeat, knowledge flashes out,
in every now 'abolished',
within 'a dream' it Is, as it Is without.
Hasn't walked 'for days' though It followed,
Human marks within Nature's empty trace is of little use...
for the Earth to swallow.
When 'mind' plucks it up in its Is.land of doom,
thoughts all have turned up into a choir of a glorious fool.'
~

'I crewed 'today',
...
O thee,
have you puzzled me
with care,
in the land of the free?
~

'dream's Being,
in Peace,
I, the glorious Ego,
Am a shape of a cloud.'
~

'It calls 'me' good but I am ~ not.
It calls 'me' bad yet I am ~ not.
Being 'bad' by doing good and good by doing 'bad', Ego's fostered
bond within thought's prayer adorable trials, turned into 'God's fella
crowd's liberation, now's chipping its topography foundation.'
~

'in pangs of hunger lost its cravings,
the truth alone is enough!  
within contentment,
all of its selves died,
for It to survive.'  
~