By Deen Sayeedin

Root summons me forth
“Say, embrace with me”
Abruptly the sound arises in the air
“No, no, no”
My entrance wavers
The soul in in fluctuation

Bringing dreadfulness
The sound comes forward
With darkness

Swiftly with sword,
Root says
“Let’s fight”
Fight
On and on
Me, being a vapor,
Mix with the sky.