No matter the difference, pouring milk into milk amounts to the same thing
Obviously, to gaze within an infinite pool of self-reflection
Mirrors the image seen in an elevator heading to the penthouse
Approaching the top floor, the lustrous doors open after a gentle stop
Traces of memory excite neurons with light, photons bounce off mirrors
Travel in a wheelchair awaiting surgery, excise a brain tumor
Exceptions to the rule include poking Jesus in the ribs as a joke
Remember tomorrow doesn't exist today, stay calm and collected
Tranquility Basecamp, travel to the full moon, always full, lost in space
Heavens, to conjecture on the speculation of a supposition
Emptiness in a bowl of cereal with milk, a spoon scoops out the truth
Difference is the other, the other side of life, metaphysics aside
Incision, the blade cuts, technology destroys the malignant cancer
Forty-eight years ago, none of this existed, it was all done by hand
Forget the past, let go, forgive the harm, move on, become better than self
Enter the giant doors, an infinity pool in the elevator
Reflect on this moment, nothing was for certain, and yet now, here again
Exit the wide portal, an oversized wheelchair, unnecessary yet
Nothing is meaningless, the absurd now makes sense, gravity is a joke
Consult for prognosis, sleep and dream of problems, feelings of guilt and shame
Enter the opium den of iniquity, childhood is villainy
Picture a blank canvas, the future, a postcard, a dilemma of art
Order the universe with clear constellations to navigate oceans
Under the dome at night, the horizon appears equal to the darkness
Riddle the sky with stars, read the mythology, ancient theology
Imagine a new life, meeting other people, pouring milk into milk
Nothing is other than the self, the mind is milk, a glass of acceptance
Given nothing makes sense beyond mundane habits, make a life doing good
Manifest creative energy, see the world as a problem to solve
Individuals sit, wait for the war to end, en attendant Godot
Leave the speculation for metaphysicians, their metempsychosis
Kill the Buddha nature, it is not natural, pouring mind into mind
Insults to injury, add, subtract, multiply, divide: arithmetic
Nothing is emptiness, to stare at a blank page, printed words hide the truth
To stare at a blank wall and breathe, inhale, exhale, this is respiration
Only concentration comes with time, with habit, building a foundation
Manifest an ethics of pure carnality, the body as machine
In the eye, eye can see a Derridean joke, a pun for eyes and ears
Liquid plasma of milk, pouring light into light, a theater awash
Kiln fires the body, a crematorium, post-mortem afterlife
Antithetical thoughts combine in synthesis, pouring sound into sound
Mountains echo voices before an avalanche, the valley below waits
Observe the unwritten rules of writing poems while saying the unsaid
Until the body is healthy, rested and well, stay in the hospital
Nothing but dreams in dreams, wake up, go back to sleep, my dogmatic slumber
Train the mind to focus on the breath, in control of nothing, emptiness
Suckle the teat for milk, pouring love into love, the purity of flesh
Talk of idle chatter like a philosopher unaware of sparrows
Order the universe to a clear conception of being within time
Talk malarkey, nonsense to Stephen Dedalus, self as alter ego
Helpless with the morphine dripping drop into drop, cross-eyed and painless, float
Effortlessly in dreams but don't tell anyone as it will break the spell
Sameness is not the same, the other is the self, the infinity pool
Answer this non-question, when is a question not, the answer is to change
Manifest the goodness of physical labor, the body as machine
Event after event, when will it end, moments succeed without success
The thing-in-itself is unfathomable depth, the difference being self
Hold a pitcher of milk, pouring death into death, the black milk of mourning
In the morning, the dawn reveals light bends westward but don't call it sunrise
Nothing could help her brain, the aunt of the poet, the poet of lost dreams
Grant the serenity to accept change, courage and wisdom as difference
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