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WOLF POEM

Our Senses

Such Sleight of Hand

May 17, 2025

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Our Senses

Without our senses
we have no idea
how anything
if there is anything
truly appears

Our senses are
the black box
of utter mystery
if not misery
The sleight of hand
to end all
sleights of hand

Gotama
called them Mara
Shankara
called them Maya
This Wolf
calls them Prison

© Wolfstuff

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Wolfstuff
Wolfstuff

Written by Wolfstuff

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write.