12 march 2022
Thinking Again
Not finding a path
to truth,
going beyond the gods. You
will not listen to my pleas―
still frozen in unthruths.
Death opens the―
holy darkness. I am aware of
the bluffs and black voodoos,
insertion of pins.
Moon-bitten, chasing
the blood cherries, you reach
for the yogi cult in trance.
Every night becomes green.
The sacred knife, cuts
the knot, sort of a hinge.
A celebration starts
throwing stones
on each other.
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