What is it, that
Conceals me, from
My self
What is expressed, is
Constructed, only
By my senses
The states of possibilities
Contains the means, towards
Thy eternal end!
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A mystery wrapped inside an enigma.
As ever thy comments sooth my Soul Sir Louis Kasatkin!
Intriguing poem.
So much thanks for thy comments Gopallahiri Ji. The poem streaked out from me by a hair breath and it vanished into the source instantly!