the void

last night, after a long mental conversation 

with myself, i was further disarrayed 

into an untidy mess. I have gone through the 

extremities of  these sufferings in phases which 

come and go, touch and destroy, sometimes connect 

and collapse. some call it: a beautiful mess. ;)

subjective to what beauty might be, and limiting the 

scope of discussion on that subject for the moment, 

i poured some of my mess on paper; still a mess, 

but with a fair potential of being classified into 

'poetry'. and with no offense meant to the legendary 

poets (of course), here is another attempt: 

"through the internal void

the emptiness resonates in singularity

it searches 

along the absence

back and forth,

the (non)responsive self reflective imagery

across the imbroglio 

of the limitless information limited sub reality.

endearing the core manifestation,

ruminating if there is one? 

a core manifestation?

the spine of the social jamboree

the function of the divine.

validating patches of the testimony 

of acceptance? of corroboration?

of bereavement? of deprivation?

struggling through the unified amoebic multiplication

to breathe a sinful fractal paradox.

deliberating forces,

delivering blatantly 

to operationalise the sensations!

to operationalise the void! "