Fuzzing Out

You can glaze yourself over like ham that no one eats

for fear of ruining its reflective appeal, or

respect for the pig representing gluttony

(it isn’t really gluttonous, but is in fact, just pig.)

You can gaze off, glaze over… fade away, as you like.

Exist in unambiguous gray impermanence,

disappear by sheer willpower, scatter to the air.

Find yourself lost.

See yourself gone.

Become background noise no one can hear.