The quarters going coloured: Red, yellow, limpid azure, white unalloyed; at the center, a dark void lightening, radiating outward - never breaking the event-horizon.
Reverent circumambulation by tradition, is done clockwise.
II. Reading the tiles
Is peace in expansion or contraction? Incarceration. Staring at the tiles. Acceptance or rebellion? Time doesn't tell.
III. Prospect
You are free now: making a mascot of you, we have set you free.
While singing paeans to your greatness yet, we bemoan how coolies and ******* are be-spoiling our home.
Rest in peace! We'll wait for Christ.
Seeking an abstract expression here, of a longing and a route to peace.
Tribute to the man of our times, who we yet, as usual, betray...