...smoke from a fire
smoldering unceasingly in
recesses of me, burning blindly;
her presence, memories
flowing through these streets...
The world rotated again on its axis as it's so
fond of doing.
The sun shone warm and bright but was
swallowed at last by the night.
marked by dead gods for some archaic purpose,
left in the...
worlds worst buddhist
Eyes fixed but unfocused, a mantram pulsing...
(Or a Failed Attempt To Think of Something Other Than You)
The Scene does its best to impress: sunlight angles down
π Stretching Faces In Time
(Or A Long-Winded Koan)
Then there was nothing—
Just before the geometric genesis:
When the pearly...