enlightenment - 1995
How many times, at the place of the skull
Have I pounded in the nail
To No avail
How many times did you cross the desert
Attempting to flee
From me?
Was it I who fed the spoiled food
Dousing the light
of an enlightened one?
As I pass these ages
of enlightenment,
of visitation
of revaluation
twnety-nine
Thirty-three, Thirty-nine
I await mine.
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