Wednesday, June 27, 2012

None of the Dharma

Everybody walks on water,
is messiah, is god,
is endless endless nothing
reaching backward through time,
everybody is falling apart
falling down, getting back up
splitting their head in worry,
in frustration, pounding the wall,
the wall is almost nothing,
is a sentimental thing, is a lie
perceived into existence,
everybody is prescient on the stand,
above the stars, at one with the chaos
tearing the universe into tiny little
shreds, of paper, of harmony,
tossing them into the
air, waiting to catch the remnants
that are drops of blind divinity,
that flow like the water
we all walk to in the end.

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