In reality- you were
in a ring of fire. I had been
left with no claim on you.
Your failure had become mine.

This was not the game-
changer. Moon had latched
on the watery eyes. Synapsis
had started to break away.

The god wears different
apparels- as per the need of the
occasion. Nobody is going to say,
rest in peace.

Gradually I will stop
speaking about myself. When
my time comes, I will lose everything
and set you free.

The blind eagle will find its abode.