mushin no shin

how do I explain
when I in pain
fail to refrain,
as even yet
it remains,
that I at best can claim,
to be insane?

No, the gaping whole, the vacuum abhorred,
the discipline — bored;

Oh sure, I agree, superficially –

I just wish I knew
how to share with you

the frozen crystal tear to which I cling,
my only rock within this thing.

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