Abdication

This, was the matter of non-matter, permeating in every pore, cell, thought. An elusive, connection to unknown. You, want to create a Grail to receive the blood, of heaven to imbue, the dark space. A chilling, belief to confer, a glorified name to astigmatism without the consent of the eye. Arboreal, the naked soul renunciates all the fruits and departs for another sky. Satish Verma