Thursday, October 29, 2009
Naked in the hallway of thousand door frames
'the being' waited for the thought to enter.
Through the arch way the being traveled
into a cell which was a nucleus.
Weaving a membrane to conceal the core
the being formed a chromosome.
X and Y were plotted, to trace back
the origin in case the thought abandoned.
Building the blocks, the mutated being
took an alien form of pure fiber.
Crawling out of hibernation, the besieged being
progressed in a linear fashion.
On the threshold of a new doorway
transforming becoming the change.
In and out of every frame, until it became humane.
Having camouflaged its inherent gene,
the human being looks into the mirror
which does not reveal the real picture.
Accumulated layers of evolution,
aging and growing with every travel
the being bewildered, pondered.
Regressing the progress, the being
traveled in a cyclic fashion,
cracking the value of X&Y.
Without compasses or guiding force,
all alone, ceasing the duality,
singular in entity, creeping back,
in essence, progressing ahead
deciphering the tracks forgotten
navigating to a conclusion
stepping back and forth
through the unlocked doors
shedding, withering and shredding
every thought of awareness
deep into the abyss of statelessness
the stale being wandered, solving X&Y.
And much deeper to the lost base
before anything ever occurred.
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