Zzz

There’s a state I see
beyond the stupor
to which I subject
the objectionable me

An egoless sleep
people pass off as zen
where self goes to die
leaving aphorisms

It’s not in me
to approach truth
with one hand firmly
covering my eyes

Trite is this contrition
for that self I strive
knowing both pursuits
equally pointless

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