Nirvana by David Molnar at



written by: David Molnar



something strange is happening to me
i seem to have reached that sacred spot
sought by the legions who meditate
that place where the mind is blank of thought
but my place is like a city street
in the bad part of town at 2 AM
and the streetlights are out
my coat is too thin to warm me
and my eyes can’t penetrate the darkness
and the only sound I can hear
is the wordless howling of the wind
blowing dust and discards of human life
all around me, standing there, utterly alone.

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