I have walked so far into the desert
that I have known only suffering and aloneness
having to fend for myself against much cruelty
without recourse to anything or anyone
What did I distance myself from
that every tread of mine was hijacked by evil
trying to lead against the skewed beliefs of the civilised world
who couldn’t free themselves of evil, without my effort, an unwanted testimony
What is the purpose of a sacrifice that is doomed?
I have no tears; they are only stripped away by sand-swept moments
Sometimes, in my helpless, hopeless desolation
I look to the stars, reminding myself
that unspoken is their knowledge of destiny
And we can only know the presence of an overwhelming omnipresent treachery
Do I ever wish for a cryptic magnitude
to descend wholly on the earth
to fill its souls with a tranquil Paradisaical composure
that they realise each lie and recognise each truth
as if God bestowed on them an unearthly wisdom
from a lightning stroke that ended the world itself
and began a new one, for a fresh start?!
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