The foggy avenue says
Nothing,
The twittering birds say
Nothing,
The meek God dwells to say
Nothing,
Dwell meekly to exist,
Exist like the meek
Creatures of the earth,
A worm from cow dung,
Dwells to say nothing.
Revolve and not revolt,
Revolve and revolve,
To stagger, to fade,
To whirl round and round
Into the oblivion.
( Sometimes we experience black holes in our minds. We enter into oblivion.)
