Fallacy

and then there was nothing … a distant echo of vacant abnegation of purpose meaning delusion yet a sense of unease flooded nonchalant meditation a void with no abyss refused to make way to Nirvana sandalwood marched like an Army of thoughts burnt the loin cloth uncovered nudity beyond imagination when the deluge breathed in flickers blistered Nirvana scorched emotions and reason as the heroine neared the apocalypse her skin glowed in the dark the sparkle set the fig tree on fire infused the begging bowl with fragrance of attention to the Here and Now engulfed by her own flames she flashed smouldered remains revoked her precocious funeral pyre tied frivolous misconceptions to the stake if I really wanted to be nothing I would hide in my womb … 21st April 2021