The Quest

Evoked the benign
Out of me
Tending to an image
From the precursor
Standing beside me
A silhouette, to
All my past occurrences
Without which
Everything was circumscribed
In the long
Everlasting circumambulation
Whose core glowed
Eternal fire
Breath long and short;
Summoning to the quest
In magnetized virtue
Hoping, someday
Wisdom can slip nearby
For the unbecoming of me
And for the all.

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