One fine day
I decided to run away.
I swam across the river,
went in to the plains,
on to the plateau
and atop the mountains;
the highland of cloud fountains!

I stopped to see
as to how far had I run,
and was astonished
to find myself there
from where I had begun!

The entity was still accompanying me;
Black, opaque, shadowy.....

It was the "I", I say,
from which I had made
a futile attempt
to run away.

Such instances reiterate.
They seem to have become my fate.
And even as I resist,
there seems to be none a getaway
from where the "I"
would make an exit.

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