Words strike rock. There's no answer.
The mind reminds the body
That its precious self is not
Something that stably exists.
Neither are you, snaps the self.
The body only complains.
Words are tenants, in and out
Of the seedy apartments
Mind manages as body
Provides. The self is in bed
With the words, those gold diggers,
Those foreigners, those miners
Obsessed with drilling for ore
Meaningful only to them.
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