Zhuangzi is my shibboleth

Have you heard about death
the emptied out pimple of life

ridden the ten thousand things
from the bottom of the deepest 

ocean to the top of the tallest mountain
been all ten thousand changes

a transformation anthropomorphized
dreaming of a bear with butterfly wings

sending confusion back to its creator
laughing and turning to laugh against

an other's cheek finding the friendship
of singing at a funeral

joy at the dissipation of one's body
and hunger for thirst when you're swimming

in the lake of pure mudwater
bearing your rage like a tattoo

asking neither for removal
nor consummation.

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