Seek To Find

Have rendered across terrains in quest, Of the art that defines the supreme of creation In books, in objects and systemised objectification Have sought a path, travelled, failed and announced it complex, tiring, rootless and fake. Tired, restless, having seeked and being dejected I have rested my case From the outer orbits I have flung to I decide to dip inside, and reach the core of the atom that binds the world by And slowly as my body lowers into the trenches, a feeling exorbitant yet simple hits the core of my heart and I see And I shout, unlike the unclear voices of murmur that slipped my lips before. On a sloppy dying day of summer I found the light, in me.