What flavor is the past?
What scent is the unknown?
What color is humanity?
What size is emptiness?
What texture is this moment?
What noise is divine?
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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WHAT’S PAST
Differs according to taste.
Rot infects antique furniture
Diced and glazed, without roots,
Abandoned in the junkyard of collectables.
A past participle of dysfunctional memory,
Lacunae from too much brutality,
Grammatically unskilled labor
In the construction of a sentence
Of life without parole,
What’s past is best forgotten,
Except when sleep awakens a return
Of beatings, intimidation, and cruelty.
[Disposable Poem
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