I see your body in shadows,
Entering the burning heat attached.
Well enough, the body is burning
So it causes distress to those
Watching.
Must we furnish our eyes?
Must the history of the sides
Be the sides of a square,
When the equality is clear
And sufficient?
My seeing is clinging to hearts,
Exiting and easing the pain.
I saw a madness from monkeys,
I witnessed the climbing man
Of mania.
Well enough, the returning cosmic
Light was enough to enlighten.
The fire within the stranded eyes
Glowed in the turns of the pages
As we read.
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