You Forget, as in one day you will end up with nothing (Stein Poem)
Your life returning each day to renew the exchange.
A red brown which is as if nothing is enough.
A mind that is violence.
A mind that is selling and polishing.
There is no time left maybe for anything else.
There is no other need for meaning.
When there is no such thing outside of it.
When there is no end to distractions.
Someday there might be no one left.
Someday they might all give up.
The more tender and wakeful within them died off.
Supposing they are not such different things.
What they might give up of themselves.
Supposing there could be enough.
No matter what it would be reasonable.
Supposing there is reason left.
Supposing there is air left to breathe.
Composed with Gnoetry 0.2 and the following source texts:
Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind Beginners Mind
Gertrude Stein (Selections), GERTBOT Base Nature Texts
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons