COSMIC PLEDGE

Silence orbed
Woven, with deft hands
The cosmic pledge:
Speak not thou workings
As the time is hit double
Many painful markings
Could be seen in streaks
Behind the back of skin
Some mutilated, some gone

Do we need a tinkle
Of ringing bells
Or the photography behinds
Cones and rod of retina.
Reason me out
From all these plethora
Of gains

Remain there mute
Speak not thou words
Let the wheel churn
The undefined omnipresent
Enliven my life
In thy kiss of whole