16 september 2021
Entering Sanctum Sanctorum
A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest
on trembling waves. I am shedding
my leaves.
The knotty hole. Center
of the earth. A shell
breaks inaudibly in the churning pot.
The pledged promise was
deep. Pole's red aurorae stream
in new birth.
Was it necessary to take
an oath under the bo tree―
to become a sacred Buddha?
It sucks. Fake or genuine?
I am searching the faces of whites,
browns and blacks. Who
wants to be buried in a nameless
grave of a soldier?
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bo jak wtedy jest nas wszędzieEva T.
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Jedno pióro jest ptakiemEva T.