In the darkest corner, I cower
With no doorway to symbolize my free will
No walls to symbolize security
I huddle in utter stillness
Silence
The most basic of instincts has frozen me here
Like a rabbit sensing it's last moments
The shadow of the hawk
Passing over
When all of my rambling thoughts have run away
Tense
Yet at peace, and calm somewhere deep within
Ready
For the snap of realization
No worry of pain now
My fear will choke away the last of my senses
This is the end that I have suppressed
That I have shoved away a thousand times
Like hot, constricting sheets over my wild dreams
This is it
And
And
And nothing comes
But a burning site in my mind's eye
Grinning, chuckling face of the flower
The Buddha
He asks me why I've painted myself into this corner
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