Thoughtless Blink

I blink,
Lethargic shutters make a gradual slope
From light to thought,
Or to that state where thought once lived,
That place to which thought will soon return –
Return to cloud the present
With mask of knowledge
And of mystery –
Illusion and form.

There is no thought now,
Only pain,
Sharp at the core,
Fading to a dull ache at the edges,
Shaded with dry fatigue.
Or,
Perhaps the fatigue
Is colored by dim pain –
I can no longer discern,
Not in this place.

From here I can see myself,
Watch a slow animal drag its way through the world,
Floating and tasting and touching,
But never sharing,
No, not sharing.
This form occupies a space,
Both are illusory,
And this pain-clouded thoughtlessness clears the vision.

I can relax.
Consciously absent.

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