That which keeps me here,
reaps in me the benefit of breath
and depth is actually
nothingness.
Eyes closed to the sun,
I stir up the truth of all
days and ways of life and
meditate.
Thoughts effervesce to
nihilism as my mindspace opens
to the inner burn of
time.
With crystalline knowing,
I walk through my days, choosing
ignorance of the ignorant
graciously.
Perhaps you've seen me: the loner
in the food court, the wandering
mystery of woman and world and somehow
smiling.
I'll never let you know;
the heaven I keep that runs
deep, yet it's really just
nothing.















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