Is There? (Poem)

“Is there?”
Poised on a pinhead
The wind no longer blows
Starving, the waves surge from memory
Without cause, the dimming roar
Approaches the gate of restfulness

“Is there?”
The moon is before me
But I couldn’t say if it shines
Though the night is bright
And there’s not a cloud in sky

“Is there?”
The question sweeps through
The Void without stirring a blade
In perfect balance,
There is no left or right
So no image of equilibrium

“Is there?”
I don’t know

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