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
Saturday, October 11, 2014
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