the stars are cliché
yet somehow I believe the stars 
will outlive their current condition
as unfashionable.
some people really believe there are mountain streams, elephants to ride,
and minds of boundless love,
without knowing these are just words
that fall under a composite of 
the aggregates, bases, and elements.
For example this poem, which is certainly conditioned by
13 aggregates, 7 elements, and
are supported by 42 bases (at least, and never more),
because in the end the universe will be only knowledge
and the loneliness of the knower, who is this knowledge,
yet there are no more things to apply it to.




blessing: may we all die the death we never thought we wanted, but did