THE DOT!

Who could better give me elevation but thy thought.

Who could better remember my non-being but thy memory.

Who could better post me a letter but thy blank card.

Who could better azure my blues but thy unfathomable nature.

The talk here is not for any silence.

The walk here is not for any distance.

The sipping here is not for any nector.

The light here is not for any darkness.

Its the becoming of HIS coming.

Its the existence which puts meaning to the movement.

Its the wait riding on TIME.

Its an umbrella which protects from my excesses.

Now the word is beyond my parlance.

Now the blinking is ever becoming more powreful.

Now the pre-force has been made rest to just a point.

Now 'm reduced to DOT (.)