There seems to exist
a context;
in the very dead of itself
forcing exclusion, a denial
a non-seeing—
a collocation of an emptiness
that awaits and a fullness
that departs
and in between
is born a sense of
the double world
of being and becoming
a form of quest
a lost echo of monotony
repeats itself
in sustained reflection
of solitude, vastness and
disdain.
Who welcome us there?
An anguished awareness
an enigmatic irrationality
a treacherous self
a mixture of all three;
a self-knowledge evades itself
as if a mirror does all jobs but
mirroring.