Pratap - 3 (in through the solipsism door and out through the dualism exit)

Re-birth : re-cognizE

Time

is passing you by,

I

am

still taking the

d

i

v

e

in

to the

black hole/s

of

my/your

"reckless"/restless

"mindscape".

I stop you from moving,
keeping you rooted,
with my

murky,
II hand
perspective.

tick. tock.
tock. tic.

I wonder

what

I mean to

/you/

mean to me.

Where

you’ll go/ I’ll be.

T

i

m

e

passes me by.

The great, gleaming

lustrous

white

pillars

of The Light

slowly

steadily

stained

corroded

by the

origin-less

winds

of

Black.

I

am

a new-blind

baby,

help:less

hope:ful

help:ful

hope:less;

reaching out

apprehensively

anxiously

to

touch/

feel/

fit/

/you/

in

(to)

this new-found darkness.

Who are you?
Who am I?
Where do we meet

and
exist

-not-

mutually :: exclusively:: independently

of each other's existence

in this seemingly

solitary

illusory

world?