There is a question that never has an answer.
There is a puzzle whose pieces never fit.
There is a road which fades to the horizon.
Nobody ever will reach the end of it.
Just like that drug that's never quite enough,
Just like that saviour with promise never kept,
Relentless quest for more and yet more mind-stuff,
Tsunami wave in which we are all swept.
A sudden glimpse, small fissure in the fabric,
The possibility of something that comes not,
That never goes, untainted by the con-trick,
That can't be changed by the growth or by the rot.
A lightning strike brings moment of deep silence,
A stillness deep, as every sense subsides,
As thought lets go of its relentless violence,
The Circle counts the number of its sides.
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