Moment


Things sink into dust. Yet there are no things,
and no dust. Candle wick shows the way back.

Yet there is no way back, and no way
forward. Just sit. Just sit.

crackles, seated feet shuffle. Nothing
beyond this moment. Nothing before this moment.

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