Silence has stripped me bare
An influenza of silver nothing
Stretched like a skin
Over meaning, Bud of transparency
Music clouds the inner listening
Philosophy, a simple play on duality
Silence, is my legitimate voice
Nearly impossible to put
Into words, the feeling of transcendence
Absence of self, how do I exist?
After questions, I will not
Let answers influence me
I become pure neutrality
I would love to cease to hear
My own thoughts, then I might
Finally clarify us together
In a stare, as wide as our unity
Where poetry could say
As much as the quiet night.
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Wuji Seshat 