Tuesday, July 11, 2017


When I was alive it was
Seductive to be alone
With no one. Now that I'm gone,
I'm happy to be no one,
Not even someone alone.
Yes, it is a paradox,
A contradiction, nonsense,

Not even the teachable
Nonsense that is a koan,
But parked on the empty bridge
Between creek and thunderstorm,
I am what everyone is,
Only now I am no one
And rain falls onto the stones.

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