Quintessence of Quiescent

Up the polished ceiling above my bed In my bedroom resting for a while, A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet With dead silence in his spider tongue Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood So unconscious of to-be catastrophe Bony spine of mine chills enough To freeze my whole body like an ice For the certainty of yet another calamities Befalling on my quiet turbid heart At any moments of my present life. My desire to rest for a while with My frightened and horror-stricken mind Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror As if torched with mother of bomb Runs naked towards the camera lens With my screams frozen in frame That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres To the severe fading wall of my bedroom. That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality Sinks in time warped depth of ocean Damped with futuristic dirt and dust Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of An embryonic present matured to rare earth Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity. June 28, 2003