Poem 2

Every now and again the fog clears

The silence hears itself

Clarity revealed to be eternal health

There disappears the self


Brilliance permeates the musk

Robust and empty

All perception has been figmantery


Moments hold no meaning and no name

No roles no shame and no game

It’s all the same


Here not there marks the end of fear

Sincere not serious

But not opposed either


Not a not

It’s an is

Not is what but what is


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