Vision of the Great Mantra

The lazy, dozing deities
and dull knived killers
of my body

the whining pin throats
and misled, missled gods
of my body

the leg humping dogs
and hand wringing humans
of my body

wear every single cell—
each a full body halo
gone orb rainbow

in the great eye
of my body.
There is no place within

I can’t wake. I walk
through the congregation
of my body

like a forest
where everyone sits
under trees half grinning.


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