Dazed and Awake


Tidal wave from churning sea
Ever breaking, yields no bend;
Slim confusion, subtlety
Ever changing, needs amend.
What is life and what is death?
Failing frail reality
When it breathes, there is no breath:
Left to sleep eternally.
Deeper yearn and deeper gain?
Falsehood or philosophy?
Nerve, though strained, admits no pain--
Laws beyond psychology.
Ever frozen, never still,
Chaos melds with harmony.
Face a void no face can fill;
Strength retains identity.

What is it that is that are--
Is it that which naught can be?
Is it naught that is, or am
All that is we cannot see?

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