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Some more breathes in the odyssey

                        -By Jhinuk (2004)

The wisdom within screams......... There, there comes the storm, To sweep thee off thy feet, little oyster, No, proceed not ahead– It leads thee to the dead.

The oyster little laughs off, murmuring– The land beneath homed me for long, Let me now break my chains and get one with the vegabond.

Let me sleep the sweet slumber of illusions for a while, Let me walk the dreamful odyssey for some more mile.

What is it that fears thee, O the mind so wise? Of a robbed vacuum, or the stains of some yonder vice? Thy dreams await a dying tomorrow, Yet live the miraged today Sleep the sweet slumber of illusions for a while Walk the dreamful odyssey for some more mile.

Let the storm invade, Let thy-self be unhomed into nothingness, Yet breath these little moments of togetherness,

Smear thy self in the soon-to-be faded colours of caresses Sleep the sweet slumber of illusions for a while, Walk the dreamful odyssey for some more mile.