Thursday, May 12, 2016

Seductive Falsehood

I'm reincarnated daily as a roach
Just flattened by size nines,
or the cardboard litter crushed
by big rigs, overrun roadside.
As roadkill rotting unburied
and bloody on the barren shoulder
of a rumble-furrowed stretched I-five.

One day this soul-sapping samsara
Will a wakeless me release
To nirvana, non-arising nothing,
And it will be a grave relief―
Like an empty epitaph in stone,
And cries and sighs and lies and eyes
Of assembled succors mourning grief.

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