The Opening Italics Can Be Sung to the Tune of ‘Lord of the Dance’

he, he, whoever he may be
doesn’t exist metaphysically, and he cannot seem
to decide whether he believes we should be
where we are now        or where we are going.

are we (we! where does he
consistently get that from?) are we to be
present here reading his words, or should we be
far out        in future        without them?

there is no separation, but he wants us
to understand this through the very
same        gaps?        the…        the…
O what constants can we even find to criticise him?

do recall, that the Buddha had everything before
he was able to find nothing; so don’t trust any of it
don’t go after any of it. or go after all of it?
either way, you’ll lose? win? already have?

you are not going to get this. none of this
can be grasped. we cannot write the question
let alone answer it, and at the end of the day
it was distinct food poisoning that won.