Hara / The Center

Fathom the angst, disappearing grace

Illusions of ease, perceptions of scorn

Inaudibly versed, ascetic clatter

An oath plagued by thirst, a false face to flatter

The dead air below, sand stalls the house

Men count the time so novel and sour, so novel and sour

Surrender yourself and thrive, said the wind

Swell said the sea

Grow old willow tree

Lift the copper from the eyes

And lift the silver from the tongue

Shed the skin, so gracefully

Inaudible verse, ascetic clatter

An oath plagued by thirst

A false face to flatter

In my silence I'll atone

And in my absence I'll collapse

Here I sit on the pyre

With all the things left unsaid

In paintings and vestiges, vestiges

Paintings, vestiges: Aesthetic clatter

And oath plagued by thirst

A false face to flatter