Epitaph
Now I’m not the brightest
knife in the drawer, but
I know a couple things
about this life: poverty
silence, impermanence
discipline and mystery
The world is not illusory, we are
From crimson thread to toe tag
If you are not disturbed
there is something seriously wrong with you, I’m sorry
And I know who I am
I’ll be a voice
coming from nowhere,
inside—
be glad for me.
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