In reality- you were
in a ring of fire. I had been
left with no claim on you.
Your failure had become mine.
This was not the game-
changer. Moon had latched
on the watery eyes. Synapsis
had started to break away.
The god wears different
apparels- as per the need of the
occasion. Nobody is going to say,
rest in peace.
Gradually I will stop
speaking about myself. When
my time comes, I will lose everything
and set you free.
The blind eagle will find its abode.