I endured long before I was found
and long after––
Intimations from the corrupt gut,
the flavor that seeks favor.
What was inhospitable turned out not so,
what I turned out, disconsolate blues
uttered on a Columbus street corner.
Holy fool, tantra blind. Touching the divine.
I was not chasing her, finally, I was entering the sun.
I am guilty but then we all are of wanting
flesh, the substance that reaches out and
impels us, does not quite sustain.
Arisugawa Park 1.6 - Basement - is coming.
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