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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

SUNYATA

We are all past,
which is not present,
selves a continuous emptying,
vessels defined
by what they cannot hold,
clothes that leave their shape
as they disappear
with the body--and the others
who crowd at our elbows,
they are sensuous absence,
accumulated silence
after just having spoken,
period after period.

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