An empty-tron(Poem)

Who are you?

a puny crack,
an in-between
in the thoughts
that pass by.

I came
as a naked bum
as an illusion
trying to find illumination.

Someone a second ago.
Someone a second after.

From the land of everything
to the sea of nothing
is the short run of my breath.

A smoke that
never left the home.

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