Life and death, yes and no, get it done, make it
so, make it quick, form equations
make it click.

I am an open canvas, drifting, not sure about
anything, committed to nothing;
and so I exhale.

I could exist nowhere, which is somewhere
in-between; tick-tock, closed eyes
and dead stare

nowhere, is a fantasy destination afloat where
incense gathers and humming
Zen chants mingle.

My spirit could suspend in a cosmic eddy, there
I would dwell, tomb silent, zero divided by
zero; a dream within a dream.

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