clearly conceived is the future,
and presently visions materialize
a twin, an equal
a hybrid of 2 + 40
the irises of insight
the darker corners of a generous smile
as if the dead ends and death were holding patterns
to keep me here
keep me where,
until
just as when I
and here I was:
"how can polarities exist in the same global body?"
of course they do, it is I, libran utopia
its name is balance,
the dance I desire
and I love being stung
myself, the air on fire
rushing down the river
some reminder I am
flesh and blood,
water and stone
it is all right here, as summer blooms
the world is on fire
eyes piercing through the atoms of my ecstasy
we will never have to sleep again
all you have to do is ask
manopubbhangama dhamma
manosettha manomaya
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