I typically always do the same thing for my poetry: 5 haikus sandwiched between 2 tankas. But I decided to mix things up by changing my format. This is 4 stanzas with 8 syllables for each line.

In a pocket of time, somewhere

Between trance and lucidity,

Between vibrating particles,

Consciousness and nothing become.

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The architecture of being

Has its foundations in dreaming

And the yearnings of lack thereof.

The mother of meaning: Zero.

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The senses, retroactively,

Compensate for their existence

By the nature of their purpose.

So the eye created the I.

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In a mixture of will-power

And acceptance, of intention

And instinct—of judgment and peace—

Clarity shows her simple face.

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