The gulf accentuates,
here and far afield.
Idle questions fill the gulf.
Potentialities become infinitely
conflicting.
I fail to discipline my emotions
my emotions,too sterile
amorphous remorse paralyses me.
Severity of bidding adieu
harshness of togetherness
come together
inhibiting the beguiling gulf.
The gulf is my dwelling place
I seek solace in it
by getting my emotions more sterile.
And towards the gulf's end
shapeless awareness of futile existence
speaks of itself--
"My Destiny, Droll thing life is---that
mysterious arrangement
of merciless logic for futile purpose"
("....." Joseph Conrad in Heart of Darkness)
Oppressiveness of nothingness
circle completed
many sub-circles, staying incomplete.