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                accumulate myself
                daily out of nothing
                in the nothingness
                that soaks into each day
                since November 2nd 1967

                Buddhist Husband Parent Teacher but
                                I leave out
                the poet writer practitioner see-er
                bickering wrestling fallen quiet staring

                of the artist withering at school
                of the see-er blindfolded at home
                of the practitioner reciting the Practice

                but nevertheless





identity wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program from it …
letting go & talking to myself & teaching & writing wormhole: vision-seeing-being