Gone

Gone like the jazz in dark nightclubs in the Forties.

Gone like the dog that lays on his side in the sun.

Gone like the philosophers that suddenly realize 

they have wasted their lives.

Gone just an old man waiting to not be here anymore.

Gone like a life that is just dim memories.

Gone like everything that ever was.

Looking out into the clear light of the gone world.

Looking out with gone mind simple crystal perception 

with no explanation.

A Coney Island of the gone.

The beginning and the end of everything is already gone…

….the perfect view of all the Buddhas.