What do I carry when I go
I’ve emptied my heart a vestigial remnant
Thrown it to wind
It entangles in the branches of a tree
A squirrel uses it to cache winter’s nuts
Useful for something
It weighed me down with grief
I’ve emptied my mind a burdensome illusion
Left it beside the road
It splinters into glittery shreds
A crow uses one to search for grubs
Useful for something
It lead me astray in confusion
Those two the heaviest items
I walk more easy
No love hate other distractions
No memories dreams other falsehoods
With each step I discard more
Dropping eyes ears tongue
Followed by head hands arms legs torso
I am nothing now going still
Then going then nothing then
Still
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