Nirvana of Cleopatra
I made my peace with destiny and fate
Withal, I am content
I'm floating in a transcendental state
My angst is all unpent.
Nirvana beckons just outside the frame
Just beyond my grasp
And calls me by a whispered secret name
Shall I clutch it, then? The asp?
I content myself that this is all there is
Which isn't much, I know
It isn't mine or yours, or hers, or his
Nor is it high or low
Contributors: | N, F, Gussie, Dassn't Say. |
Poem finished: | 22nd September 2003. |