Saturday, February 14, 2009
‘ASYLUM IN INFINITE ISOLATON’
esspeecee
# Tired,
Exhausted,
Plethora of:
- ado, din, bustle –
- every where . #
# Human ‘mine’,
Explodes everywhere,
Tears, disables, cripple –
My solitude. #
# Confine in
Undiscovered isle
Make rapport with
- weaves,
- ripples,
- surfs.
Hear – their melody
- subtle,
- occult,
- yet eloquent . #
# Or,
Undress mantel of mind
- to embrace ‘solitude’
- in altar of infinite ‘I’
- within my finite ‘me’.
Build cocoon,
- safely get lost
- within it . #
# Or,
Dive to get dissolved
In the ocean of solitude,
To be one
With her. #
esspeecee
# Tired,
Exhausted,
Plethora of:
- ado, din, bustle –
- every where . #
# Human ‘mine’,
Explodes everywhere,
Tears, disables, cripple –
My solitude. #
# Confine in
Undiscovered isle
Make rapport with
- weaves,
- ripples,
- surfs.
Hear – their melody
- subtle,
- occult,
- yet eloquent . #
# Or,
Undress mantel of mind
- to embrace ‘solitude’
- in altar of infinite ‘I’
- within my finite ‘me’.
Build cocoon,
- safely get lost
- within it . #
# Or,
Dive to get dissolved
In the ocean of solitude,
To be one
With her. #
