The hack will not support you
Full daylight and the sun
Will crest the trees in its own sweet time
Let the ponderous words rest alone
A life of sensations
Arduous task for the recluse
The bookish near-invalid

Ponder only the empty space
Let it be filled with the sound of waters
Flowing from the dead past
Into the vacuous future
The sound of sunlight glinting upon the ripples
The sound of tart strawberries
The uncanny singularity

Let the words wash aside
Let them defer to other apparatus
Let the symptoms the spots the stripes
The painful lesions ripe with significance
Recede into fractal nothingness
The nothing surrounded by
Enveloped in the something

What are you afraid of
What mammalian reflex can’t you defeat
All the techniques all the virtuosity
Avail not
The sharpening focus of the will avails not
Only the ceaseless flow
From zero to one and back to zero