Breath

The opaqueness bothers me.

No shadow ever crossed this mile before.

The poet was correct...

"the quickest way to Nirvana is a Buddha

and a poem..."

But this is now where I am;

A dried, upbeat and desolate state.

And I was born here... just when light is right in passing

That was transparency back then...

Back when guilt was a luxury even I couldn't afford.

And secrets are meant to be known by everyone.

And even a secret world is the world you live in...

The parade has ended.

Just before the wet season began