16 march 2021
Thousand Truths
Ah, this was the comfort of
defiance. You can
expunge the consonance.
You are not proving anything
except to play devious game,
with fossils. The lunacy
will hide you.
A thoughtless state comes
to exit. There is absolute stillness
in the busy bee suspended
in moonlight.
No awards. No flogging. What
you can give without seeking
any space? You cannot
eat your own progeny.
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