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Cycling to heaven

On the road to the mountain sanctuary I met a priest Or was he a monk? A Buddhist monk guiding a goat Or was it the other way around? Perhaps there were two Perhaps I met two After all I … Continue reading

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God’s spirit

A misshapen bird Appears beautiful In carvings found yet Lost for generations In daylight flies Sun burns his wings In agony Mutates into thousands Of humans and Gods Worshipped into extinction But Remains untouched In agony Feeds on the flesh … Continue reading

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Long Silent

Long silent I have been silent for long Contemplating Pretending Pretending to contemplate Time Time unmeasured remains in my Soul Silent Long silent Face Appears Appears on the surface of my Conscious Conscious? Am I? For how long? I have … Continue reading

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Temple … Meditating Peach

 I have been to the temple today My mum is pleased, but Which temple? She asks It has been the temple of A Thousand Gods, then The One God Then the three Gods Then No God! No God resides … Continue reading

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Drops and nuggets

A chicken piece as a small as a morning drop Drops in muddy flour and rolls He applies another hammer to the stubborn Rock that is wedged in the side Of the short mountain The chicken drop drops in the … Continue reading

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Sleepless

The state of being sleepless is Supposed to be a romantic State of restlessness untrue So untrue It makes my skin curl around its cells Like a coil of Rattle snake lies in waiting for Its prey The state of … Continue reading

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Running

Running along a road Made of jelly Fruity it seems Fruitless at core. Running along a road Melting of desire Cheesy and grilled Collapsing. Running … Stop … Breathe in Memory. July 8, 2017

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