An acquired posture—
calm, seeking inner truths.
reality crawled, spreading,
while he coiled everything
in one point.
The one point
in one moment
spreading, winged bats of dark corners.
They stared, red eyed, sharp nailed;
unfettered , they gnawed his existence.
Bloated wishes, dreams spilled,
mercurial passions and
mid April sky,
he struggles midst Nirvana and Bhoga— distilling.