Zazen
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1 min readApr 3, 2020
My vagabond mind dithers over dalliance with shine and neglect
Wanting more it bores, sometimes for hours
The freshening wind takes and gustily marrows fresh tears
On the smiling face of the deep
Time blows by in tranches
It’s the smallest thing that keeps
For years on end
Me and mine against scale
Harrow infinity
- Paul Kunneman, April 2020
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