in a land unknown
at a time yet not arrived.
Thus, I was born
within the forest of beast and rock.
I abandoned the cradle of reiteration
in a land with no bird, no spring.
My first journey was a return
from the hope-abrading vistas of thorn and sand,
without having gone far
on the inexperienced feet of the fledgling that was I.
My first journey
was a return.
The vast distance
taught no hope.
I stood on the feet of the novice that was I
facing the horizon ablaze.
I realized that there were no tidings
for in between stood a mirage.
The vast distance taught no hope.
I learnt that there were no tidings:
was a prison so huge
that the soul
hid in tears
from shame of impotence.