to say life is suffering, siddhartha...
our wording never sustains:
i wonder--as a
lit cigarette's smoke
wafts out a seam
in a car window,
why joy disappears in such likeness

and to think we
are only left with ashes

what remains
in minds is
mirage rested
in a sea of
seized infinities--
ashes! ashes
upon ashes--
remains of
lost wholes.