i see you entering the gate of Buddha
moving inside
his castle
the Buddha yawns
and i have seen
you
undress
and then wear
the saffron
robes
of perfection
outside
the gate, i sit and yawn
and then
i sleep
and then
i dream you touching
my dirty garments
and then
my heart bled
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