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without a thought in my head
a little effort at meditation
can
you imagine what such a silence suggests?
beyond
mere breath
a
striving for the nothing there –
the
all-beyond of strife
as
if a breeze from empty air
between
the ears
and
all of this something
always
something else
mind
trains on
must
keep an image tether to
make
sure that I don’t float away
empty
ideal you could say
but
shhhhhhh!
all
such bubbles are soap
so
portentous
in
order not to have a care
to
brush off the grime of day
must
sometimes trick myself from thinking
so
make all things new and far
the
colour of nothing
is
all of this time between zero and one
fall
through or for it
and
from this great height
it
is a well, moon minded
dust
of nothing
and
no one to kick
we
imagine
join
dotted lines
so
far and away so good
the
head returns to a roll in the hay
listen
for it
how
the world stops at the top of the clock
an
open window
or
else I’m a mirror
step
through
insects
land from the future
not
a thought in their heads
but
here we are
life
in the egg
bound
to be like this
cross
the eyes
and
dot the teas
worry
us into a new disease
try
not to follow a train
or
stoke
electrify
keep
parallel with tracks
deal
with the simplest facts of brain
and
so on till infinity
come
clouding clear
in
a glass of water
follow
a lit speck there
I
make myself a fascination
to
be unknown among my works
lauded
for such absence
interested
in everything
and
so it is we must imagine
blank
mind
pure
soul
clear
heart
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