Janissary: A poem 

This bullseye look spreadeagled all over 

like a quantum vision of being beyond one being, 

calling out time to exhibit its vulnerability 

and thus, consigning it to a dissolution 

and bankruptcy. Even shaking the stars off 

their ordained organisation, into a commotion 

that renders a unique motion! Like snapping  

the comatose subsistence of leaves devoted  

to their seasons. The clocks, so charged and  

shocked, that their springs and screws break loose,  

and their hands fall out of sync. The rhythms changing 

so suddenly and drastically, by a bolt from the blue, 

leaving an age-old overlying, combatting evil 

to its doom, slaying its imposed arrangement  

with an abrogation. So that, this disorientation, 

this maverickness, this seeming weirdness 

enables the discovery and consolidation 

of all that is loved and the truest love, of course, 

in a recklessness that begets its highest aspiration!