Beyond life lies an unfolded Truth, Lies a cry of untold, unfed and unseen, Lay a plethora of dimensions. But what have you seen or felt Or what has been said? Amused, whimsical, frantic All in tiny segments Creeping, crawling flows into the blood Like millions of amoeba. Conscious, unconscious, awake or asleep Contusion of knowledge, ignorance and discoveries Pour in ages of discouragement. What lies beyond, lies afar. Unseen, unfed and untold, Thus bringing in darkness and void And what we forget in time Is called "the dot”.
