Plexus Streams

Words uniquely blended in enigma, Baffled with on its smiles benign the white or pale, bravely dogged, To the sunset’s rosette of smiles. I am not quite aware of its guiles As accepted as here say defiled On its latched saffron gestures Probably not circumvented within. All that vanishes or glows either Unto the dusts or the sky across, Dark or white mouth of day and time, Being braced upon the stance agile Only bits of its paper unwritten Thrown on irked moments riled upon The horizon of moment mystified, Melting to plexus streams ensuing. Where I am never alone and lonely Upon the extended arms of time Bracing upon eternal flow sovereign In the midst of legion’s stream divine.