Out at elbows,
donning the countenance
most solemn,
cross eyed.
He keeps going,
unrealised-
what he seeks
cannot be found
or even perceived
without first dissolving
the one who seeks
Cutting the water,
bending the air,
braving the climes
that change hues
every why , when and which
No degree of battering
in the desert of penance,
braving the simoom of austerity
will get him any closer
to the oasis
waiting within
Seeking the truth - a misnomer tempting
for, that which you seek is waiting -
waiting for you to unbecome the lies
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