Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Poem: is there/ is here

frustrated when circumstances come to fruition
like clapping your hands and being upset
at the echoes

or

deciding to be in a mood
like choosing a hat or pants or jacket
and saying this is who i am

because

opinions are just like this
we try them on and use some of them
say it is us until they become threadbare

every idea or opinion
has worn out eventually though use
to be replaced by a new one

so

why do we need them if these are so false
why why indeed
why why indeed

is there emptiness beyond thought and mood
is there
is there



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