Now, the futile
is essential,
is essential,
and resistance is
emasculating.
We feel our most
genuine
when we're
intransigent.
Nothing
shocks us anymore.
*
What if the self
we selflessly love
is the one we knew
when we were four
and now
just don't remember?
*
Craving,
once quenched,
leaves a sort of
crease
in experience.
A hunger, once satisfied,
still persists
in the mind
exactly as if
it had never been
satisfied. Now,
I wonder—is that
what they meant
by
the life of the world
to come?
