Unbegotten

Shedding the knowledge
I was aware of emptiness,
that will allow me
to watch from afar?

the message coming from
the locked doors.
Getting nearer the gorge
you want to look at your spitting image?

in water. I hinge an old frame
to find me in baby face. Did you
see your future visits to
cauldron of life?

You never wanted to become
a god of wayfarers. A tinge
of stupidity was evident to renew
your faults to remain human.