The symbols delivered the hunger and desire cleaved the hearts.
Fragile peace for collective anguish was not a substitute.
Moment to moment, truth revealed your hand.
In desperation, I searched for destiny, not path.
Inadequately, I clothed my fate.
Did not believe in organised mirrors.
Less than a peak, I climbed to happiness.
No idols, no idolatory, my passivity took applause,
hungry thoughts indulged in deep search.
The imperishable freedom,
a road to absolute oneness was so close, you faltered.
The transcription of internal peace went crazy.
Poorly lit blood in veins circulated in circles.
The hunt had failed.