Ocean Unfilled
An ocean of time spreads
itself thin.
It all leads nowhere.
It is primal and pleasure.
Scream of delight disappear
as the bell rings out to
trained monkeys.
Free will is an illusion.
There is a single drop of
pain in a vast sea of still paleness.
All I have is now.
I keep my monkey brain
still, present.
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