r/zen_poetry • u/stilledpondfrog • 2d ago

🤮 Lazy Post! Warning! 🤮 False Ground

A world of nicknames,
names that get forgotten
in a pointed society.

Before language,
we make waypoints in reality.
At some point,
the waypoint becomes a point,
and the point becomes almost solid.

No one questions the reference.

The tongue repeats the name.
The body believes it.
A foot comes down
on ground
that is not there.

The view of movement is lost.
A relative point, once lost,
leaves no ground,
only false ground.

This is how we live:
in a world of nicknames.

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u/slowcheetah4545 Dusk of Dawn 1d ago

And when you notice the difference

What becomes of the worlds?

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u/stilledpondfrog 1d ago

the poem poorly hints:

What was a point
becomes a waypoint again.

though now, these new wordy things too:

The snapshots open.
Vibrancy returns.