03
fictional self hangs on its tailor-made cross
first, self swallowed its own story,
and then it dreamed up the ‘cross’ concept
to hang its guilty suffering self upon
then, of course it needed to invent
ways out
best way out?
invent a hereafter, with exclusive admission rights
this keeps self in business – selling sure salvation
but this is what I have seen with savage clarity:
the whole ‘solid-state self’ story is a fake,
a huge human hoodwink
no self : no doership
no doership : no suffering
no suffering : no salvation
echoes from emptiness 
I must admit, I veered off here: I read ‘fictional self hangs on its tailor-made …’ [hanger] and imagined the self-swallowed fiction to be a beautiful coat – must keep the creases out, no fluff, save it for special occasions, I cannot feel confident unless I wear it, but I don’t want to spoil it, aghh suffering; I’d better keep it in the closet, maybe my Father, the Tailor, can look after it for me … and then I looked again and saw I read it all wrong. Still, envelopping either way