Lay down now
In the soft grass
Lay still now
Slow breathing with no purpose
Lay down now
It grows
Light comes in green and gold shafts
Soil moves beneath you, a
Bed in motion
Worm grub and maggot
Gather at your feast
Fat with sin
Fat with tragedy
Fat with compassion
Fat with lovers
Fat with slow dances
Fat with Monk at midnight
Fat with life
Fat with you
Flesh is flayed
Scraped and peeled
No more hates
No more loves
No more jealousies
No more fear
No more masks
Here now,
The compost of you
Old beet root and gristle
Bone laid bare
Self laid bare
Truth laid bare
You are free
Now leave
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