I Is Deleted Poem by GRANT FRASER

Buddha pome
denied,

and tired and tried,

made little sense
of nothingness

and lost a great deal
of empty,

in the picture
I have known to
be me,

figure of stupidity
and harsh self indulgence,

and so old to trip
into infinity,

like this,

but without a
drunken wrapper,

I do face the void,

everywhichway,

all of time
that dies with me,

was only partly mind
anyway,

a dillusion!

real - a mirage as such!