The vision circumscribed
Near the boundary around
Something deep and tangent
Was working ‘ifs and buts’
Fabricating existence alive
Reality thud the ground
With nullification of whole
Could it with temper
Soften the deeper hole
The dark and dungeon deep
Where time and space could
Witness its own birth n death
Beyond any dogma or faith
Reckoning it with that untouch
Which otherwise in all malevolence
Could pollutes the being-ness
And only the meaning remains
In the vision circumscribed!

2 thoughts on “Untouched

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Whilst I think that I more or less fully grasped the narrator’s intention and meaning of this poem,I believe that other readers might find it a tad convoluted and gnostic.


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