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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Nausea
The glint that pearls at
The tip of each drop flashes
Chalk across slate blue.
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Or scissors. sharpened
To sever the dotted line.
Divide each star chart.
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Or without warmth, fire.
Its acrid smoke. hives of wasps,
Bowls the palms of trees.
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These filaments weave
As if interconnecting.
Then unravel time.
[Disposable Haiku April 20, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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