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Jun 2016
Taken from experience,
ENLIGHTENMENT
Entanglement
Ripe for the pickins'

The tree of
Lords twelve
No thirteen
No One disciple
Along tar plates

The city-scape
Escapes the truth:
ENLIGHTENMENT
Means nothing

I'm learned,
but I do not see.
Takes my eyes
and bury them in the tree

Time is of no form
Formless
Desiring body
That is truth!



Scattered forever.
Nick Huber
Written by
Nick Huber  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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