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November 10th, 2009
Sangha
he fills my cup with emptiness
so i could taste the nothingness
of distorted delight
and beautiful blight
sweating in sonoran sun
i'm intimate with oxygen
buddha lips ejaculate
words i wish to emulate
greed consumes the silence
a mockery of balance
the song bird rhymes
with bamboo chimes
unmasked faces
dance in their places
desiring the will
to sit perfectly still
like the buddha
you the buddha
you the buddha
i'm the buddha
so i could taste the nothingness
of distorted delight
and beautiful blight
sweating in sonoran sun
i'm intimate with oxygen
buddha lips ejaculate
words i wish to emulate
greed consumes the silence
a mockery of balance
the song bird rhymes
with bamboo chimes
unmasked faces
dance in their places
desiring the will
to sit perfectly still
like the buddha
you the buddha
you the buddha
i'm the buddha