1
Looking into the sky
I only see
A black hole universe
sucking in stars
asteroids and whole planets
exploding and vanishing the millennia
only to start up again
somehow I feel a certain treason
my life will last one Samsara season
and death will enter my consciousness for no reason
emptying
the detail
of my life
2
The old Taoist seeing the predicament
Takes his fill of wine
And forgets himself
Between the buzzing bees and breathing trees
Death being a mere condition to be free
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