Friday, April 24, 2009

The Highest Interpreter

The speech halted midway

The vision stuck in wonder

The breath choking itself

Turned me in to one big question mark

The void was - was lucid

It took some time for the senses to come back

I needed words to describe it

Call it a mystery

Or a starless night

The knowledge of earth seemed undone

The thoughts endless

Shouting was my brain

Was the abyss bright

Pure crystal or light

The existence was the bond

That held me to the question yet unborn

How rich can unfathomable space be

As if every atom in universe was a game

I laughed

I knew nothing

Bonded was I by time and space

Presence could never be comprehended

Were the rules of this heavenly game

May be existence made me

The highest interpreter

That is all that far I could go in this game.

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