Atman dissertates.
Adamite scrutinizes.
Collective amnesia!
Deep runs the quagmire, under the steamy fen.
Steadily bubbling, malevonant reek.
No soul can survive, it is past our ken.
The loss is complete, all folded and meek.
But Wait! What is it th…
It licks up the stumps and cinders the sticks,
Flickering, crackling, one sees and one hears,
Oranges, reds, all shades seen as one nears,
Flickering, crackling, to ash as it licks.
Left no…
The vast nothingness, the harsh, beating sun,
The silence of an Earth, breaking all around,
What is within a heart that knows not love,
That exists without; that then slumbers deep
Within the breast? Cans’t man be, can he move,
Without it, through, the prison of life’s keep?
Unbi…