Time’s homogeneity
our movement towards an end
the beginning tinged with a fusion
we remember the movement
not the end.
The reality stands afar:
illusions club us with counter-illusions
nothing stands nullified
the deeper psyche guides us into realms
of the unforeseen—
digging goes on and on
we come across multiple images
that overlie;
the successive moments of our life
reality embedded into illusions.