THE COURSE

 
9. THE COURSE---DR.KGB
 
Over the rain,
Dribbling the tree;
Its cadence,
Beating as the heart,
Resonating into,
The waving spree!
 
The hugging of the spell,
Transient,
The earth rotating self,
To measure the conjuring;
-The synopsis of the saga,
Glorified well!
 
Seeking,
The mind,
The why, when
And how;
The body scalding,
In the summer boiling!
 
Paired the true, the untrue;
The birth, the death!
 
Seeking the answer,
The unknown,
Seeing the dance,
And dancing self,
Dreaming the treasure,
In the haunting deep,
In the streaming note,
A tiny breath!
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19-4-2012
(Nascent Poetry)