Love and ecstasy
Do I belong with thee?
Is that where I am?
Where I have been going seems so far from your face
This putrefaction of the physical rots
in landfills of cigarettes and dirty diapers where we study accounting
I wonder Where are the likes of Pythagoras?
and
Hermes Trismegistus:
"Let's go there and purify," they said and came here in the 20th century with veiled faces
And into the 21st with veiled minds
Looking for my lover, anatta
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