Another Stinging Paper Cut

Sorting notes today,
I got a long paper cut
again.

You can even die
from a serious paper cut.
Serious!

Reminds me
of how dangerous
Samsara can be.

Dangers lurk
in every corner,
hidden in plain sight.

Reminds me
of how important
mindfulness is.

(The second last stanza seems like a haiku?
Though not following the syllable structure,
the second line elaborates on the first
while the third line gives the surprising punch.)