The Dog, Clarity And The Oblivion

The Sun returns. I reap
why the dog picked up the spot
it sleeps.
They know.

I look into its dull eyes, 
for one jiffy fathom this universe;
I forget.
Such knowledge 

is not ours to keep. Even
the most plaguing question sinks
above the answers lying wrecked deep.

A jet whizzes away.
The chem blaze writes some annals.
Somewhere a tire bursts. 

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor