It's Relatively Absolute.

My minds' shroud flutters in tatters

like faded Tibetan prayer flags

whispers pleas; hoarse, incomplete

to the heavens, like a beggar in rags

the answer reaches me in signs

in dreams surreal, vivid and real

But I say 'no! it can't be so!

how can I fit into new designs?'

hollowed fermented from within

empty words in an empty head, echo

redundantly, in ruins, they work like a drill

"it's not true! a repeat telecast! a redo!"

and then I am asked 
how long do you plan to wallow

in self pity 

Miss Hyper, pretty?

the dissection is complete this time

and even when I distinctly see

all the parts, the sum of  parts

is bigger, intense, infinite, sublime..

incredibly uplifting! it truly is!

not to mind the mindless abandon

to say yes to a challenge such as this-

turns time, flips paradigms and can't be undone.