PLUCK A NOTE

Pluck a note
To my eternal string
Inevitability, here
it perforce my bleating heart
Craving thy image

All has gone
Undoing consolation
Crediting me respite.
But, 'I' only remains
Grazing thy look

Humble to pulpy heart
I let thy nectar flow.
Escaping all verbose
In body and mind
I plunge thy depth
Freeing my 'self' from myself