Unreservedly wearied, the soul stood with a weighty stream of tears
as hours passed by, each minute perceived akin to an hour
she walks into the chamber of Eunomia, yearning release.
Eunomia & Astraea in loud dispute, pass the prejudiced plague
the soul in defeat crumbles, as the psyche in delirium behests her return to Sindhu
the colored penalty inducing psychoses in her wit takes her on an unforeseen journey from nigredo to albedo.
the long haul sickens her with the paranoia of the corona
anticipating chaos and demise within reach,
she melts onto her mattress with stern sedation of the enzymatic benzene.
a week passes by with the phobia of the corona,
as she finds herself in the kingdom of Hypomanie and deprimere
-crowned head, she creates and destructs for weeks to come.
the abstinence of Bhaṅgā brings back the long-forgotten reveries
hysterically aroused and startled,
she examines her reverie and hypnagogique narcolepsies for cues.
the syzygy emanating unabridged persona
makes her latent placated shadow self bulge out in play of Sekhmet
extrapolating her neuroses onto all and none.
months pass by, she floats in depths of Kirkegaadian neuroses
banishing the Mammon, mourning Aphrodite as Messalina,
holding onto the blue-eyed Athene and, iron-willed Ares.
one late-night, during dense contemplation
she reflects and meditates on the truth cast by the inner voice
“oh, creatour- the root of the delirium lies underneath you!”
enlightened, the psyche matures with jousissance
as she registers the mess as the dearth of amour-propre,
altruism towards self.
the inner light enunciates the elegy,
“is the self primed to welcome and devour the shadow or will it neglect and dupe itself to conclusively manifest hysteric lunacy?”
the tiny second of judgment here bases the conscious choice as the very precursor of the mental neuroses or psychoses.
the key to mental clarity relied on the transformation of conduct
yet the elegy could only be made implicit through time
as the self is the only true destroyer of its native resolute walls of delusions and illusions.
contented, she tests her elegy with the lysergic alchemy
the richness of kaleidoscopic, ample mental ecstatic trance
spoke to her in sensitivity, “creatour- do not resist, walk with life as life strolls with time!”
“Breathe, reflect, as sentience is what entails the nature of the universe,
create not follow, unwind and relax,
the inferno of the universe will not scar your soul if you don’t invalidate the essential i.e., self“.
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