1. I

Awake state of
Being’s
Hidden dimensions
Are revealed right now
And intellect
Is lost in
Passing
Fog

Among the
Pantheons of
Memories turning
Tan
Yearning of the
Rotten wishes
Are echoed by
The wind

Sweating ideas on
The back of crumbling, brittling walls

Perspiration drops from an abundant
Glass of hemlock in a dying era


2. II

The mute mist
Silence blown by the trees
As if it was
Streaming breath
Encircles

The mute mist
Hiding place of the mind
As slumbering
Infinite
Embraces

Quiver of
Parched, fallen leaves
Probing into
My bones

Quiver of
Parched, fallen leaves
I’m all by
Myself


3. III

Fogland
Forest of not
Buried
Mysteries

Messages of
Barren
Fields are hidden
In the
Spasmodic
Arm of
Choking
Solitude

(Decaying...)

Cloaking the
Traces of life and
Forging
Death, reverberates
This milk-white cover
Drowning
Into the
Infinite


4. IV

Every life is
A language
A breath on its own
A brook bed flowing from the
Wall of muteness and silence

Conceptions emerging
From the tediousness
Of secrets as arid stones

Knowledge filtering through
Their dull monotony