If an objective is never to
ameliorate,
Of who inhabit Ground or Stage;
And when branches exist parallel,
What triumph in fooling trapped
flesh?
Who dwindle like erratic or embedded
with Complex!
Plain sailing to pursue such
succumbed, as treat,
Counter, if has audacity, to any alike,
shalt mean!
If traversed in black space for
stars but can’t reach,
As before that, would be burnt to
unparalleled heat;
But when touched that shalt be called
One, achieved,
Not revolving around what’s
inscribed or in lieu preached.
Who paint itself with contrived
repute, & love it more,
Than truth of ephemeral existence
or its own soul;
Alas! Under veil, that
uprightness is blind & shallow,
Who buttress in parallel, ain’t
unparalleled but hollow.