Completed; a decade. Lonely,
far from the place, scrolling
on the mat, holding palm fan,
sweating is quenched. Voices.
like noise, pollutes questing ‘Center’.
Out bursting, I see a man in
the desert with hope, like cactus.
Dazzling the eyes, bright sun’s
glory. Thirst to know, who will be…?
Alarm disturbs from dream, wakes up
Half-minded, standing forth the mirror.
I see the similar face in it.
8 March 2004 10:15 pm to 11:40 pm
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