Zen

ARC

-

assume the position

curled tightly

a bud that never bloomed

never will

-

I am shivering

harder and harder

until

the edges of the galaxy

everything

begins to tremble with me

-

hatred becomes me

there is no subject,

I need none --

it is for all

that lives and breathes

-

the hatred extends

and coils

around the universe

and me

until

the life force

has been squeezed out

like water

like air

and the fire consumes my mind

and my petals burn and shrivel

to dust

to nothing

to nothing

to nothing