This roiling of birth and dung This sun-slathered scene Of rose - TopicsExpress



          

This roiling of birth and dung This sun-slathered scene Of rose and worm, This decadent, muddied soup, Things feeding on things A temporary indugence Prelude to a finer place Unfouled by our senses The impermanence of things-- What splendor beyond-- Relieved of eyes, ears, Fingers, our life infested brain Our earth-sodden heart, Delivered forever from Every bit of leaden substance, The craving under our skin, Every thing we know and love-- Such celebration of the soul: No more stink of dying stars.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 05:12:44 +0000

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