Meditation
He sits there, peaceful,
still,
so quiet
doesn't even seem to breathe.
He never shifts his gaze
or blinks;
doesn't twitch a muscle.
Match the height of patient stare,
Feel fierce heat of molten glare.
Spirit wars to master self.
Unconvinced soul seethes.
Cage of brimming, unaware,
endlessness adorned with flesh;
Machine awaiting next command.
He sits there, peaceful,
still,
so quiet
doesn't even seem to breathe.
