Classic Poem

The flower is not visible. The flower is fragrant. The fragrance is in full bloom. I dig a grave inside it. The grave is not visible. Into this invisible grave I go and sit down. I lie out. Again the flower is fragrant. The flower is not visible. The fragrance is in full bloom. I forget and am at it again digging a grave there. The grave is not visible. Toward the invisible grave I go forgetting for a moment about the flower. I really do lie down. Ahh. The flower is again fragrant. Flower that can't even be seen Flower that can't even be seen.