UNKNOWN URGE

An unknown urge, waited
For the flight, whose string
Was holding the word-of-kites
Swaying to the flow of thoughts

Eons passed in abyss
In welled-up emotions
From the beginning
Through to the end

A patient I was
Lying in bed, couched.
Medicine scattered the tray
In vision around

In chambers of agony
And joy unbidden
The play was enacted
Protagonist unknown

Usurped by the unknown
The force vanguarded
The meaning behind the real
Lurking in the naked truth