the frozen particles of the wind
melting in my eyes,
I forget all my illusions.
Time appears as it is, a blank white disc
that is too bright to look at.
I forget who I am, and the names of things,
even my memories become tiny,
almost extinguished.
Sitting down to meditate is the same as running.
All is lost, or given away,
and I become the center of nothingness.
Black crows and swirling gray clouds
are my companions today.
How much longer can I run, and see?
My legs pulling me along,
I lose hope of ever finding out,
an endless road before me.
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