Finishing with a neat topping
Or an extravagant flourish
Sometimes weaving unending beautiful chaos
Colored chords radiating out of the window
Until the last sound disappears
Fading into tranquility
And when absoluteness inhales
To pause
To hold its breath
And curtains no more flapped
The crisp white papers no more wiggled
Edging Under the thick hard-packed bible
Metal Hangings no more clanked
I stand still glaring across the room
As I rolled my eyes left to right
Running into the space of silence
Collecting the straggled scraps everywhere
Only to bliss after the final rustle
And yes, I am back. I am renewed
Rolling up my eyes
Reaching through every letter of the
Thick-headed novel
I pondered gracefully
Embracing every other word
I pressed by
The dark fervour
The sweet desolation
The unescapable misery
as it hits the globe of incessant vocals
obscured in the sense of this pristineness
fluttering the doors of my heart open
Suddenly I am enthralled
Beyond distress
Over the blues
By the sense of single space
Maybe the mournful laughter
Or the sorrowful tittering
Surrounding the irrepeatable wave
This unfeigned absolute smile
This undefeatable inkling to remain in this
Warm rather sweet dimension
Above all the despairs
Is real
Perishing
Those enlightening phrases
Those delightful vocables
I peruse
And then, I am stooped
Hauling back each bit
Before it would wither away
Before I am afraid to hem into
The undelightful perception of
The relentless me
