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</p><p id="de43">is the fog so thick when we die?</p><p id="a212">she knew she was putting questions to a dead judge, and the grounds on the bottom of her Turkish coffee never gave the same answer twice.</p><figure id="6243"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*beIflTh6RwzsNo_4ZcfvFA.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@sharadmbhat?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Sharad Bhat</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/fog-mist?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="fb42"><b>© Carlo Zeno 2022</b></p><p id="84a8">_______________________________</p><p id="5755">Thank you for reading, and thank you to the team at <a href="https://medium.com/move-me-poetry">Move Me Poetry</a> for continuing to be a strong support for writers and poets. Check out two recent poems below🙏</p><div id="b7f5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/dec # Options ember-december-cb5c5dbce701"> <div> <div> <h2>December, December</h2> <div><h3>Slowly unravelling down under</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*nuzAV3ZdADl9YImBntMuxA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="418b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/double-edged-resilience-24f6a4652abe"> <div> <div> <h2>Double-Edged Resilience</h2> <div><h3>Evolution’s residue</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*Mv8QlbTQu8esKNAAtv_KTQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The Inherent Error In Creation

Another poem on accidents

Photo by Samuel Castro on Unsplash

Error, that half-drawn Dragon, or is it a large cat, leaving its signs and designs all over our nights and days.

It was never her intention to take another body, to roll the dice and see which humiliating karaoke song she’d find herself forced to sing, wearing what dress in which country doing god knows what to make money and feed this burden of a body she never asked for.

why aren’t there clearer traffic signs in the bardo?

why

is the fog so thick when we die?

she knew she was putting questions to a dead judge, and the grounds on the bottom of her Turkish coffee never gave the same answer twice.

Photo by Sharad Bhat on Unsplash

© Carlo Zeno 2022

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Thank you for reading, and thank you to the team at Move Me Poetry for continuing to be a strong support for writers and poets. Check out two recent poems below🙏

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