Saturday, October 11, 2014

Trying to have no
identity

But the world wants
me to have one

(dissolving
in my little room,
in a place they call
brooklyn

But there is no such
place

Just my empty heart
dissovling)

If we meditate
simultaneously

You will see the invisible bird
of us
leaving

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