your own planet

the poetry of dr zen

Friday, February 16, 1996

Distance is time

Driven by the wind
the empty sea
Solitary in a desert
there is nothing to seek

In the darkest night
a planet passes by
a cloud drifts across
the bluest sky

No form no sensation
No word or rhyme
No relation just people
with no time

It would be like a dream
It would be a mystery
It would be like a tale to tell
The deepest sea

It would be a memory
Completely forgotten
An empty dark core
Filthy rotten

Everything falls
according to its plan
every woman child
every man
Everything falls
collapsing inside
Losing all heart
Everything dies.

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