Fear swooped on extended mind, when brain was never silent.
I was never alone, voices broke all around.
The lead became kinky.
For sometime, I escaped into antiquity for a surrogate relief.
The clock prowled for the graffiti of truth in night.
A programmed psychology look extra-terrestrial.
The life mutated into a watch which did not move.
The mob controlled the streets.
How thin was the tribe of fireflies in dark?
The sparks were cold and stars were warm.
I stayed by the fire of meditation for a turbulent river.
The movement of shadows made me sad.
An obscene climate inflicted wounds on trees.
Despair and rage, raised a panic in the herd.
Nameless intruders climbed our houses.
