Sitting at a funeral;
in ashes, you search...

One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement...

To access the mountain,
are you ready...

The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin...

Poverty of thoughts
beats you endlessly...

Rainbow, a hymn
never betrays you...

A leap into death bed.
The water of life...

The fumbling picks up.
The sixth sense...

The quality drops. You
look at the sky...

Again. The search
will start...

And how shall we trace the
trajectory of a lungless scream...

Tribalism:
You break the rules...