Purno Jiban

From mu hoary pasts

Cloyed by subtlety ,
drained of omniscience ,
bereft of revelation -

the Mind ,
gripped by a
je ne sens quoi,
wild yet so wondrous,
darts
into the toy-strewn pen
of gurgling innocence.

Quickens wee eyes
to dance over
the edge of tomorrows .

Then ,soaring northward
to the frozen steppes ,
closes forever,
the eyes
of star -felled Moloch .

That monstrous devourer
of hounded souls.