the blank screen, a bigger bully
inveighs my emptiness constantly
until my soul submits, to yield
that song destined to become a poem
un-meaning, un-rhythmic lines
designed and botched in mind
sick and bloated with an empty ego
but like that lotus in shitty mud
can still bring fragrance
of greater perfection
and petals of majestic beauty
to seat an egoless Buddha
inveighs my emptiness constantly
until my soul submits, to yield
that song destined to become a poem
un-meaning, un-rhythmic lines
designed and botched in mind
sick and bloated with an empty ego
but like that lotus in shitty mud
can still bring fragrance
of greater perfection
and petals of majestic beauty
to seat an egoless Buddha
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