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the poetry of dr zen

Tuesday, February 16, 1993

Nothing can be

I cannot move
and when I move
my eyes are closed
I cannot see a thing

only rocks to break you
only sticks
and stones to shake you up
Only love to make you cry

I cannot feel
and when I feel
my eyes are open
and I see everything

She was a bough
to break my head on
a secret
a lie to tell
She was a whisper
a fading dream
a kiss
a wishing well

I cannot be
and when I am
my heart is cold
I am not anything.

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