Monday, September 24, 2012

3896. HAVING MET

HAVING MET
Having met time at its oasis, I realize
I care for nothing at all  -  have no wishes
or desires, am as clean and stripped bare
as a zen-featured monk on the way to Nirvana.
Ocular rotation brings me a daze. I reach the
stars with my hands and my hands with my heart.

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