A Poem, Untitled

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It has dissolved into a distinct stillness

A particular nothingness, but not one for the bodhisattva

As still as this township – nothingness pervades this place, too

I can’t see the end, it feels like it already happened, like I died then re-awoke,

Reincarnated without a corpus, with no memory of the expiration

It is beyond the air now; it is blanker than that because there is no longer any heart striving to

Beat


I remember one thing:


His unnerving, dipsomaniacal eyes

My hand clenched around the back of his neck, his baffled glance up at me

Pitifulness; the abject, abject


Endless endlessness

My absconded heart, deranged, poised to twist up and haze away

Everywhere is one room here and one room there, that is all

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LaThing 3 years ago from From a World Within, USA

Wow..... Comment?! I am thinking, I am thinking..... Such 'deranged, poised to twist up and haze away' ...... effect!! The picture I see is that of an unnatural view of a life that doesn't exist! You have a way with words..... Enjoyed the thought provoking piece here. Voting up and awesome. Thanks for sharing.....


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jambo87 3 years ago from Outer Space / Inner Space Author

Thank you very much LaThing!

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