"Zen 0"

What is?
What isn't?
Harems of meditation
Leaking the truth
Through brain wrinkles
Lavished by too much
Rotting on the vine
Only time to wish
Slime in the gutters
Mans obliquity
Falling from grace
Lost in the desert sand
Sitting on stacks
Of stolen gold
Held by their hands
As Hell opens the door
Me, myself and I
Slaves in chains
At "Zen 0"