Of many gods,
I chose the rock-cut Buddha.
At night we would talk daily.
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A solemn moon
talking to hills,
plunged in pain of tainted love.
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Asking for privacy, a
green snake becomes deviant,
and turns lunatic.
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Trap unplugged,
There was a hairy assault,
when you started playing
the sitar of three strings.
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What organicity!
Moon was coming down
on me. A visual alacrity,
accepting the surrender.
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A truth a day
was not sufficient.
There were many snakes.
...
Collecting more luggage
while moving on.
The hostages were left behind.
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In transition, of
a starry namesake, holding hand―
in priceless moment,
of anthropic lineage.
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Shame of centuries,
you wanted to erase.
Breasts were empty
...
I was badly shaken―
by the strange
gene expression.
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