Inner Realm-Thy Careful Fondling Comments

The pain that made me a peripatetic soul, Wilt find an alternative plane inside the chain of the arms. With quevering mind and shaky heart wilt I find my other half in thy painstaking fondling.

The present is wavy and life is nipped in the bud. The sound beyond mortal sense is drawing death every moment and life is falling without rising.

One portion of my being is in the bowl of the past, etherized by pain incurable,

It walks without hope and homeless shelter is it's abode. The part contains the whole and wholeness reamains as part

The part, parted from its produce, is a homeless Itinerant,

nicely penned on philosophical tone