My many worlds are all
Suddenly upon me ;
The world within
And
The world without ,
The world beyond, and
The world to which
I am bound.
There is an utter chaos
Of fleeting thoughts
Of meandering moods ,
These eternally changing
Colors
On mind’s canvass :
Am I forever lost
In this
Wilderness of worlds ?
These
Seemingly endless
Worlds of words,
Of thesis and anti-thesis,
For and against
The man
And his credo :
Of love and hate
Truth and untruth
The myriad isms,
The man
Torn twice
By the self – negating gods
And the self – exalting goddesses.
Vacillating between
The shape and the shapeless
The real and the ethereal ;
Who am I
Or what ?
The formula ,
The bio-chemical chromosomes ?
The all pervading DNA ?
Am I ,
The transcendental knowledge
Or the perfect anti-matter,
The one and only illusion,
The unknown,
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