Strobe (or: Anatta 2)

“This world is strobing,
as is the body,
as is the mind:
always arising, always
passing away.”

You say that’s the way of things
—strobing, strobing—
and that death and birth
are always only
here and now.
But sight is dull,
and all things
seem steady,
so firm so solid
I fear
I’ll break myself against them.

“So break, friend, break,
and learn to see the way of things.”