Lines on forehead are deepening.
No signs of abatement...

The answers look
at questions, like sparrows...

No ending of the story. The loose thread hangs.
Journey again starts at the termination...

The traveler sleeps in a sepulcher,
endlessly, timelessly...

I take a lesson
from you O god, before...

It was punctuated night.
You sleep into wakefulness...

I was becoming older every day.
Uncollecting was my mantra...

I would be time.
You were the space. It...

Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake...

Night was all black.
I could not find my...

One eyed closed
I would never know you...

You cast doubt,
on the definition...