The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought,
being in and out,
he was sleepwalking in dream.
I am the absolute, he said.
Skeletons are popping up everywhere.
And there was the tired flame who burned all night in vain.
The body was aching after the discovery of a super terrain.
Another earth? Or a conventional aberration?
The planet was heaving with hot clouds.
Reason for a substitute.
Right perception of life was difficult.
Everybody was running in opposite direction for a message.
He dives to pull up the corpse of liberty locked deep in water.
A noble idea to free the corrupt world
from the bondage of decaying foundations.
Half-truths and half-lies must live together
for the human survival.
Quest of the self ultimately begs for forgiveness.