On one hand, I am drawn
By zero and enso
And notions of nonself.
An empty circle is
About the best symbol
For nothingness there is,
More or less. But it is,
And I suspect such signs
Of less meaning nothing,
Meaning more nothing much.
And yes, you can tell me
That a finger pointing
At the moon should not be
Mistaken for the moon.
But who needs the pointer?
What has pointing to do
With the moon or getting
Any nearer to it,
Other than another
Human hand in my face,
For no earthly reason,
As if I couldn’t see
The obvious moonlight
Falling all over me?
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