Her soul craves reaching out
While fingers moved rhythmically.
Experience comes in glutinous colors
And colors break out of vast silences
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Light then permeated
Our being and the body
Partook of the starlight
The mind felt light and
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With hot spring-rolls we plunked into chairs
To watch waves after waves of silver rain
As the night deepened frogs croaked in unison
From shallow puddles on the edge of the road.
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The trouble arose out of needless self-knowledge
The organism recoiled even on gentle pin-pricks
Here goggle-eyed girls touched tender spots
A phallic water-tank towered, Shiva-like,
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On the hills everyone’s courage failed
That meant a clean break from the past
A clear-cut informed decision in the rain
A prophet sat right there, cross-legged,
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In yesterday’s laughing wind and rain
The trees waved helplessly on my window
A spiritual lady separated my spirit
From my morbid mind, body and intellect
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The midsummer tin-roofed alphabet-school
Burst with thirsty crows and earthen pots
Long-gowned smoky-eyed phantom-teachers
Guided tiny fingers along chalked letters
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That time the script was promptly made
And sealed, waiting to be enacted and, later,
In the marshy outreaches of my somnolence
There arose several original questions
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I go back in pearl-white consciousness
Where lies my own future possibility
Thousands of gray existence questions
Remain to be answered in the finite space
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