Now all the discourse seems a pointless game
Between some factions flattering themselves,
Or using erudition to display
Or demonstrate their knowing above others.
I want to know how not to know. I find
My self a pointless Buddha when I wipe
The fog from the slight mirror that I am
Refusing to make any more distinctions.
Above? Below? Behind? Better or worse?
A name for what is properly nameless?
What is this foul and useless vanity
That I've supposed was useful poesy?
A trite distraction from the wordless Real
That sits eternal past the bounds of verse.
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