One text to another,
you take a refuge, from
the commitment―
to save the god.
This was a wonderful art.
The kiss of Naja, to
taste the venom, finding the
ultimate truth.
Else you drink hemlock,
make your throat blue to
protect the man from misery of life.
Something, massive is hurled at
you, and breaks you in million
of shards. To remain alive
was the element of accident.
You perceive what you
cannot achieve. Sitting at the threshold
you watch the world go by.
Who was the Pied Piper?