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Monday, January 25, 2016

Poetry 102: The Window & The Wheel of Samsara

The Window

Before the dawn,
I only see my own reflection.
The darkness dominates;
there seems to be no reality beyond my senses.

Then,
the sun begins to rise.
Light infiltrates darkness.
The city gradually appears-
as if out of nowhere.

And with it,
I disappear.
Again.

The Wheel of Samsara

I am alone again.

I hate it,
but I know it.

The only thing worse than hate
is the not knowing.

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