First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 154

Posed shoeless on a platform, geared for departure.
A creation that dreads not light nor darkness
Burdened with a sole expression against all odds.
Thou I esteem as mystically noble
Yet, void of splendor and naively untamed
Alas! Awareness creeps rashly back, inviting the dreaded.
My guts, tightened and frozen to silence
My soul shattered and squalled like bruised wind
Hell was let loose, for perfect blackness has taken residence.
All vision drowned and yielded into deep obscurity
My Spirit, the Earth and the Heavens departed, dragged to slumber.
Now a body in flight, aimless race to safety or doom
Who cares, for man must flee!
Aha! Bright morning! Beautiful morning!!!
I arose to the voice of a real acquaintance.
Amar Basil
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