Cloudy somber and empty-like.
Downstairs, middle floor, and up.
Sister, father, places to go.
Clothes to wear…cleaning and
organizing forever and ever.
Even in death the intelligence doesn’t come.
Chasing the tail. Can’t fix my One.
When you talk the thing becomes one,
that is, the mind and the body (thing-in-itself).
Thing-in-itself. What is that? The thing, das ding. It might be a little more than just the body. It may
include the core mind. Anyway, talking gets it done.
Two is ok too, but often the thought is seemingly
creating awkwardness for the thing itself.
Often the mind causes anxiety. Choice-less
awareness – Deepak Chopra has made popular this idea –
may lessen anxiety, but it has to be implemented.

Actually, I don’t know what is true about any of the above.
What? Death doesn’t even bring quietness.
It does bring a pinch in my brain. A happening.