My fear becomes the courage to pursue the truth,
the basic abandonment.
I must go after the dark stepping on hot leads of pain.
Truth does not stalk,
it burns the fingers on your face for a self-portrait.
Evidence of borders gives the catastrophic miss.
Let us abolish the centre.
Nobody will now measure the distance.
We will move at periphery on a trajectory of truth
within the eternity of larger boundary.
Why you live in future, opposing today,
to put away the past?
That was my eternal question.
You felled a tree with a terrible bang.
My heart aches.
Water moves in sudden spurts of nightmare.
Sky weeps.
