As all-seeing, omniscient silence fills the sky

And day's light- saturated oblivion fades,

Through the bars of this cosy, uncharted prison-dwelling

One can gaze into spacetime, and become immortal.

Moonlight, dim enough to reveal the familiar,

Gleams through the cirrus-stampedes and fog-screens

That separate infinity from ignorance,

Rejuvenating the haggard cityscape.

Soul-sounds from miles, oceans, ages away

Throbbing and pulsating

Mingle in a calm, incomprehensible nebula of perceptions-

Supreme contentment pervades the atmosphere.

Day, with its claustrophobic limits and overwhelming congestion

Sleeps, and Earth's primeval song, yet untainted,

Resonates.