Inner Universe

Vortex of time playing
Its banshee wail of
crying of dyeing moments ,
Is a witness to
The ravage that my mind
Has gone through
With the unending births of
Grotesque mutant thoughts.

The inner space that melts
Into inky nothingness
seems to devour reasons
Of my being and my soul
Which trembles
With every moment
That dies untimely death.

Could this vortes
That harbours all the reasons,
All the questions and
All the answers
Give itself rest and Let
The cosmic spring Sprout
The seed of new universe?

Nichiroojii