Anxiety No. 2

I would not like to reach nirvana.
I am happy where,
-I am.
My feet sinewed to ankles
and at the ends of my arms
-are hands.

Take my words if you want them
they never served my mind.
Unraveling all my frightening thoughts;
there was no truth that I could find.

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