This poem has already been peer-reviewed
by nothingness...the mind's rapping gavel...
order in its courtroom has been silenced.
A bird overtakes that space where its
flapping wings will make noise, or not--
the mind thinks itself subtle in its death throes.
Pfff...word...pfff...pfff...words--the Light of
consciousness is on...who's home should
acknowledge an interchangeable residence.