In the ending, there was beginning of fear of unknown.
The pain of malignity, evil punctuation of a serene landscape.
Life moved from one landmark to another in alien waste.
I shuddered in a patch of sun.
The impulse was very strong to find out the answer.
I was violated by many questions.
Words could not tell, migrated back to their scriptures.
Time altered the names of fear and death.
Waiting grew into self-knowledge.
Like pleated oxygen mask, life gave me a bump.
Saddened, I played the mutation game.
Failed, tried again, left the body to watch the death of the self.
Beyond the mind, away from sorrow and grief of world.
