Knot

A circle that’s square,
A sound that’s not there,
A single hand clap,
A rhythm less rap.

Nonsense’s about,
Zen koans empty out
The mind of its thought,
Until it’s a knot

So dizzied by doubt
It turns inside out,
Alert but tuned in
To infinite spin.

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