The Retort

form is emptiness;
emptiness is form

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You were the last bodhisattva
We blazed through each other
like we could have ever reached an end
I blinked first
we swim in each other now
And I inscribed on our walls
all of This
Indra forgot about us
for a few weeks
and we were able to go
Our lives played out as our suicide notes
Every action steeped in double meaning
Dueling sides, dual lives 
maintained as one

Filed under mine that thing I wrote writing poem