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The moon sets
in the far western skybeneath the dark veilsof palm forestdown the lonely hillby the sea of sexless nights.Released fromexile of lustover lives after livesof unborn urgeall your shadowsplay hide-and-seekwith clouds of heartless-girl friends of past livesplaying evil gamesin the violent skybefore the dawn ofthe only golden morningyet to be conceived.
In the society
afraid of numbersafraid of its own echoNobody seems to seekThe path of enlightenment,The era of the exalted Buddha,Nirvana or salvation fromThe cycle of Karmic bondages.But the number of timesThey visited the shrinesor offered homageunder media coveragealone counts.
The first walk is heart-throbbing
Shy cloud hides the moon.
Love
Below everyone’s feetLike a mother’s lap.Buttressing.
Rivers never decide their path,
Ocean is the bottom line.
The reptiles of urges
in the dark deep nightsthat serveall my trust in youall my air of lifewithin lungs of lovewashed cleanwith fluid of deadly hungeron the orphaned platesand perennial thirst.