001: GENESIS

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It's phase recitation

Feasting on the perishable vesture,

The mind waits.

The supernatural possesses the vessel of flesh.

It is stabbed,after being stabbed,while the wounds are still fresh.

Our desires are not what we desire,rather They are what it aspire.

It is environed,environed by solitude

Not knowing the affairs,when the marching begins

Only through a phase,thinking he wins.

The second comes following the beginning, Aware now,that the worldly business is soon opening

Crestfallen,it lies,wanting to start over.

More it knows,watering the drooped clover

It moves wishing to discover beyond the frame.

Melancholic and euphoric at the same time,

It follows the manifestation of fame.

Years later,it realises,there's something in it that cannot be controlled.

Now it wishes to conquer,the sheer piece of gold.

Blessed to find the counterpart,it relaxes. Nothing can stop it now,not even serrated axes.

A valley of time, it crosses

Now everything seems familiar,but nothing felt good.

The bright light was again covering in hood. Now it wants to perish,perish in the world of blinding light.

"It knows too much", it reasons

It's cognizance has comment a great fight.

"death," It sighs and smiles,"would be another great adventure in a diverse space,disparate room."

Many wondered what it longed for since, the Inception of Doom

The slow marching of time,that lead it to the inevitable fate,

For this was what it had to wait.

The poem describes phases of human life, with the personification of human mind which throughout the poem is known as "it".

first and second paragraph signifies birth and childhood respectively.

third paragraph refers to adoloscence

fourth is for struggling youth, who later finds love, and are married in fifth paragraph

sixth shows how the man has grown wise and is graduallly losing the will to live(light covering in hood)

second last paragraph is why he wants to end the journey

last paragraph is the answer to the third line of the poem for what the mind was waiting for this whole time.

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