I am slain! O! I am slain!
On eves I am slain by the rumbles and chains.
The presence of others, the noisy streets.
I am slain by the dirt and stains.
The thick muffled air, the bottle of arsenic.
Slain by this city so marvellously scenic.
All I devour, none I desire.
A dog’s bark alerts a cat very tired.
Let the waves come! Let me drown!
I cannot ask for this pitiful crown.
A song of the Buddha, a fairground’s maple.
Too much for my frail skeletal heart.
The world of mirrors and the world of dreams,
waking from the senses is a most skilful art.
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and to awaken is only to realise, we are all but artists.
This is so concise in its written precision. Very nicely expressed 🙂