Walking up the hall with my ego,
thinking thoughts of Zen.
I smile and look in the windows,
watching myself again.
At every instant,
in every single passing
mocked by ego and Zen.
With every step,
I plunge into ditches--
The hollows of self-destroying men.
march 22nd 1995 18 years old
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