Pointless life and pointless death,
pointless the breath in the lungs
and the heart beating in the chest,
pointless the rough mind in the skull
embedded, ever living in the past
and dwelling in the future, and never
inhabiting the passing moment,
which comes, hovers and is gone,
and only then longed for. Pointless
all of it, and pointless the airless
lungs, a heart without blood flowing,
a brain without thoughts swarming,
pointless all of it, this mirage
fluttering in midst of an illusion.
Wait, and it's gone, and so we.
08.06.2023
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