Let Things Be.


Here in the field of inquiry
We see words anew
Not concerning you, me or we
Except indirectly pointing to a pain
Of learned addictive stuff

Loaded minds
will never hear the ticking clock
Or singing bird.
So it goes onto repeat
the immediate
Experience with all
it knows.

Let things be
without what I now know.

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