Forgetting.
That's the answer to the locked doors
that confront you in the path.
Open the eyes and see
the zero that has become you.
The body in agony, the heart
in trembling fear. The
beginning of the end,
the dying.
And when it comes, let the
forgetting become a mantra.
Let it flush away the
cascading doubts that
want to dominate and control.
Forget it all.
Feel only the pills that sustain.
When the yellow sun shines, ignore
the grey skies that have
defined you.
Be the empty that you can be.
Life is a process of growing
from one place to another.
A metamorphosis of
situations and realities.
Forgetting.
It's the most obvious solution
to the drowning of the
sense of being.
And when the rain starts to fall,
hold the memories of living
in your arms and let
the electricity of desire
snapple your brainwaves.
Leave without saying goodbye.
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