Sleep

My feet

gripped a panorama,

searching for roots,

for heat in each atom. 

A split source,

schismatic agony,

birth

filling life with

an  elusive glow.

The foundations walk away,

I run after them

without let!

My unfixed gaze

loses the range

where a breathless seed

delved in  a deathless sleep.

 -Meena chopra