I never wanted a homenor a Lotus SutraI am not a lotus eater
a homeis a place
to hanghistory
floatingin etymologicalsoundfacts
a privilegethat is created
by languageillusions
orange heavilyhung my welcome’d neck
my funeralsewn into scented malapollinated bead mantras
un god’din which I gallow

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