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the meaning

11 March 2010

gazing displaces the razor’s edge
where sorrow and sadness prevail
and suffering, that window ledge
from which we leap out, to hell
or to heaven…there is the heart
of the heart, the midpoint and mean
where all things dissolve into art
and resolve into trickles, ripples
of silent
agonized
screams

there is the means,
but where is the meaning?

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