Un-reason-able
Unmoving night
stillness piercing skies
silence waiting
Looking out the window
I catch a glimpse,
moon making faces
mocking my stupidity,
and sapient head
full of itself
scratching for reasons,
ghosts of grudges
long-dead
to be, not to be
that, this and all things
in between
As a lone bamboo
stands in the garden
content
a reed rid of self,
laughing, swooning
needing no reason
other than just being
alive, empty,
utterly purposeless
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