I look around...
and yet sinews of my mind still falter
to grasp the fleeting race of day to day communal custom.
Wherever I gaze at
I ponder upon with the curtain which covers my Sight,
a Shawl invisible and lighter than
a Wondrous Invite
and to Outer-Realm beyond the Sundries of the Lavish Measure.And should such poor Soul en-trapped in Tides of the Dream-Weaving
be so immediately healed
And in the Dullness of Cold Hospice?
Is Lazarus Bankruptcy of Sanctuary for the Dissillusioned ones
just and excuse and to impoverish the Spirit more?
Enough with Infermiary cure,
By adding drop of Potent Potion
Departs again
another Guestand laying down with Tube of Den
leaves signature on passing Noon
Without reticence on cheeks
Without any vivid sign of Motion...
[ *East India Company,Cottage of Ms Weathers,
Year 1867,
Calcutta hyphen Bombay.
Bombay - CITY. dot. End of the Signal ]