Friday, January 27, 2017

The Inner Groove

Self-awareness
like a nameless desert
underneath a rainless sky—

all the pretty
horrible mirages rising
in the heat of our conditioning—

taking everything
in this wasteland of a world
with a grain of salt as large as a southwest

salt flat, say that three times—
being
being

being
is the only record
of a truthful absolute.

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