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
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