Do not bow too close to the consciousness that reflects
It becomes an odd posture and the eyes cannot determine the dilemma
Like falling into another reality and drowning
What happens to the other character who forced it on the contemplations
It is like an unwilling surrender and aimless floating thereafter
Being servile to the chaos that hid so well under the calm surface
Some of nature’s camouflage will continue to fool mankind
Not having paid close attention to the oeuvres
Also, the storytellers’ who have travelled and spoken of the follies
All forgotten because of the fun and odd jollities
Drunken on the beliefs that consciousness will be servile
Such doubtful optimism, arrogance, and foolishness
A sudden change of reality from a semblance of stability to uncertain depths
~Amitav