– Let me die –
In the far corner of the sky above the clouds,
The silent zone of Thy cosmos where flying flamingoes pass not,
The incantation of deacon and devotee reaches not,
In the forlorn field of awash air,
A small nook do I want, the retreat.
This physical sojourn among kindred and kin is deception of mind,
The slow pace of the invisible steps of time is severe for thy slave.
A small domicile for this oppressed mind away from the world,
Into the perdue brim of Thy vicinity.
O, the buttoned vastness, the Esoteric immensity let me lie in thy Lenient Stillness.
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