Of form and fiction
man is made,
of bones and bully,
equitable folly,
and perennial mistrust.
Unlike the others,
ever doomed to rust,
he be for ever mortal.
Totally addicted to undoing
the little fickle intricacies
of empty.
No mirror sees the parrot.
Nor does man.
As emptiness is form,
so form is empty. Also,
fictitious.
7 февраля 2024 г.
Empty
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