Fetterd-Self

Life and death in the wheel of time 

Abstemious and byzantine 

The fettered-self in the acrid fire 

Sunken and supine 

Alleviating the oblivious past 

The movement of soaring ocean 

The formulation of the esoteric notion 

All-encompassing and nebulous 

Coming to the terminus in the bonfire 

We move like a hooded shadow 

Amidst the pendent trees 

Peeved and peaked in the vapid time 

Lying incapacitated in the pernicious perdition 

Following the eerie footprints 

Upon the silver-plated sea...

In the whirling troubles of the tortuous sea

There is no mitigating rain, 

There are no words at the moment, 

Only blankness, deep and void

But neither life nor death but in constrained past

Banal, dismal and dismantled-self 

Down the slender minutes of the unfathomable gulf 

All things are in fixity, fixing and unfixed 

And no tomorrow, only now...

Neither upward nor downward, only synchronic and diachronic time in the still sea...