For me, this book is a collection of four scenarios, a shortfall, being a mid-point for turn around to all the repercussion after being at halt in exile of mist and haze for distances confirmed till eternity. For the poet himself is discombobulated, and miserable of outcomes yet to be fire, to the distances and a horrendous rendition to loathing himself.
This book also covers some great depths of hate and envy, and suspicion that readers would still be unaware of.