25 december 2011
Sunshine Sutra
Mornings tarted mouth sunshine,
Sweet honeyed dripof the ancients,
The soil is now errect, attentiveness t' catch,
Aloof energy,
Conservation of pure life,
Essentially.
The sensation of sight,
Leaves the moon in weary sleep,
Of it collected dust,
And space be a black caverous mircowave,
dust carried off on waves an' radiation.
Particles everywhere!
Invokin' marenatte strings,
The invisiable chemical reactions,
Carry pure spontaneity of choice.
"Are ya a comedy or a tragedy?"
The Doctor asks as his hands slap,
new born flesh.
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