Guest guest Posted March 21, 2005 Report Share Posted March 21, 2005 > Self > . > When I show up, it withdrews. > When I leave, it appears. > What chance have I > To see myself not being here ? > > Pete > > Reflected Self > > I saw a moth flying trough water > a sluggish, drenched, doomed flight. > And so, the moth and I > in a reflection flounder > and slowly perish > in an inverted sky. > > " Everything is reflection, " > > All appearances: > The sky, the water, the moth, > The man, the lake. > All appearing within an appearance, > Vanishing within a vanishing > coming and going without end. > > Pete All that I know is delusion. The sum of my wisdom: a heap of ashes after too many cigarettes. My most profound words amount to a single dead leaf rustling in smog-filled, yellow wind. Words chasing each other leaving no trace. I have nothing to say, yet I write. A cigarette -- a sip of soju feelings vanish, keep coming. Joe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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