Wednesday, April 20, 2016


I am all packed
Jam packed
Packing is tough
In a self empty of itself
But i still pack a punch
When i pick from the pack
Remnants of neuroses
That unpack , then unpick
Pack ( ets) of resistances build up
Unlocking a chinese box
That, prepacked externally
Recedes into spiraling nothingness
It is time to pack up
Though the unpacked is forever
Packed up in the casing
Of a dimensionless , durationless consciousness

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