Reality too sad
to be entrusted to the permanence of oblivion.
a young syllable
I will remember the meaninglessness
how everything became
justified in its destruction,
a collapse so universal, it happens in an instant.
I dream about nothing and nothingness dreams about me.
Like two lovers morning and evening
rip off their names
and lie naked in the pure event.
I remember the laughter of the mystic,
his eyes flapping like wings in the open sky.
The mist of words
dissolving like incense
into the unknown.