Spinning

The cursor blinks

like a silent heartbeat,

yeah I know what

Hemingway said about

typewriters and bleeding at them.

The half finished chant

lingers on my mind- Nam Myoho .....

like the huge metal

prayer wheels

the mind whirls

whirls whirls

like a Sufi

in Sama

wedges or boots

sandwiches or sprouts

choose, choose, choose

am I the mirror

the image

or the I

change is the hope

change is the fear

choice?

S-O-L-A-C-E

is a word

like every word

Free size garments

used randomly

the insides

are doomed to

be empty

the vacuums

always get filled

nothing is forever