Everyman-s

All for her
It is all too near
Vastness meeting the depth of the sky
In chiroscura of life and death
It is all for her
The beginning is yet to begin
And the end comes to an end
Gracefully
Far too near the rising sun
It is all for her that nothing lapses
In twinkling delight of sombre darkness
Flashing moments passing slowly by
Space creating a niche
For her abiding soulfulness
In the seventh heaven
Of cries and whisper
In lilting colours and jilting desire
It is only for her
To disbelieve the belief of nowhereness.

Apocalypse now or never
Like rhythmic desire it soars high
Like smelling solace it dissolves
In mystic rhapsody
For her it is eternity for ever
To overcome the instinctive sins
Of the seventh seal
Far from the madding clouds
Too near to the earthly creatures
It coasts along the valley
Of death, desire and melancholy
And nothingness to wholeness
Of the universal design
Nothing to extinguish her
Nothing to throttle her soprnic psalms
As if it is all too clear in lapses of moments
For her to decide the way
To the way of life’s eternal journey
The journey that ends nowhere
And that begins at the end ancient deluge.

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