Sunday, February 26, 2023

Inner Ashram

your chest ices over as cases decree
that stinging cut fills thrice with repartee
retire to tranquility 
prepare your sojourn

do not attempt to maintain events or signs
at sundown dance to the coucal song
then escort that same unfettered pleasure 
to a warm bath with wine

if Dorothy’s swooning chamber beckons
recognize the storm blows through it alone
these lurid flickers present themselves hourly
theater seat lullabies for fanciful infants’ gain

the hour is precious the grand event sewn
the past as delicate as fruit
wile away hours in odors of incense
and flowers will pay you 
with dances of petalled coins

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