sunlight rising from its bed to greet itself—
smoke gets in the I.
fourteen billion years and they put you on the daze shift.
when lost in doubt, try and look
to love, compassion, and forgiveness for true north.
how separate is the living body from surrounding air—
you can pick your god but not your knowing.
i have no opinion about any of my many opinions.
a good joke is a form of neti neti—
zero whacks one that breaks in two:
unknown but not unbelievable.
like a fly a compound i,
10000 spy one hue and cry—
dropout of memory and attend now.
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