overzero

the end

micro poems, modern idiom

god is a symbol
the building waved
my own death
want's needs
zen song
walking a fine lawn
a modern condition
welcome to my town
the missing point
hole in the ground
the sculptor
the war
new black
the future's bright
give me my horns

Why do we
want so much?

Are we somehow
missing the point?

The point is
that there is no point.

To know so much
is to want for nothing.