the nothing and the eye

by mudrhetoric


the nothing
the things I write mean nothing
and yet I write still
of what things do I know
only these things which I write
but these things mean nothing
as with the things I know
which are nothing

the eye
The circle is regressive.
I walked through the gateless gate.
The boundless.
The awe.
The last thing I saw.
The blinding light.
One breath.