a sinful mind – a naked frame
a callous soul, an abhorrent shell
add one to complete the trinity
witless diving in self-confidence
an ill-fated allegiance circulating
in the wake of atonement
within the torrents of indifference
flowing downstream
towards the void
aspire to tranquillity
a grand purification
when slow rivers dripping down
the ravines of inertia
drifting through the emptiness
when all the empathy dies
the waning glory disappears
too uncaring to perceive
the turn(ing) of the tides
what arises out of the sea
pushed down once again
drowning in the undercurrents
the return to provenance
aspire to tranquillity
a grand purification
when slow rivers dripping down
the ravines of inertia