Buffalo Zen

Crowded alone

Before after the tension

Inside. Too nice, calls for

Accurate affection.

Rough acceptance rewinds my heart

Beat and snaps rhythm in sync

By now. Such a funny frustration

Such stillness invokes an earthquake

Of the whole truth much too early

Internally therefore meteronomic

Manic and riper than normality

No one gets hurt

No one feels like an epic human traffic

landmark installation of a poem. Lit.

Unnoticed. It is only among the same

Symptoms or those treating it. This

Awareness of such a loss of self.

whenever read whenever writ

To exist.                        Noticed

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