I was dying over my desk
One dark morning, when
A single atom
Of falling flesh
Whispered to me
Everything that is, except
As an act of pity
She left out
The most important koan:
Who am I,
Apart from the dust in the air?
And why, oh why?
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Author:
Euthyphro (
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