I would like to string,
The Song silent;
I would like to sing,
The fragrant!
To get dissolved into
The eternal mute,
To be the celestial note,
The pulsing spelling heart!
Chilly the moonlight,
Transparent the sight,
The knowledge,
Amalgamated,
To the mum-ness,
The perpetual emptiness!
Hot the sunlight,
Haste, lust, excitement!
As though,
The Butter in milk,
The heat in the air,
Churning is the way!
From the nil, the Full,
The silent song!
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