This poem is from my feshly publishes Phrase Series 9 on ISSUU: http://issuu.com/psibase/docs/_phrase9_psiplex
25 ways to a better disillusionment
Dissolving like the last drips of chemo
Past four directions of bombardment
A walk on a rusted rail teaching nothing
The balancing, an act of illusion, the rust — real
25 shades of Z, some promotional collateral
Meant for an appearance in another dream
Past four directions of concepts and cares
A walk to the bus stop and it still rains
A letter of surrender arrives and is delivered
25 ways polished in the play dropped
The incessant static is tuned to nothing
The terms of surrender are accepted
A walk beyond the procession and columns
reveals the heaven that was there since I
Double 00 from the new balance sheet
00 looking out through what, Who Am I?
Deeper, deeper, deeper, way down there
A walk reveals all is connected, allowed
The terms of surrender are accepted
25 ways to be as it is, no me struggling
A past that is passed is just storage space
Recognizing, observing, listening, prayers
A walk takes place and is observed, it is
The Being knowing itself as itself, One
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