THE ABSOLUTE FINISH
I've stopped talking to myself
because there's no longer anyone
there to listen. That's pretty Zen!
A real Zen-like achievement, such
distancing and realization. Echoes
of nothing down a corridor of less.
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All the accumulating monstrosities
have now caught me; I twist and I
turn like a plastic bag caught in a
tree. But this park has no gardener
to take care of me.
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