What is one to do when
Their insides, their kosmos,
Their chakra, boils over, leaking
Essential nutrients onto the hot
Coiled salamander of the post
Modern world, what is one to
Do when science and spirituality,
Who were about to kiss
And create alchemy, turn face
Last minute and leave the room
Empty, what is one to do
When every snare, line, and
Plan only bears old boots
And heavy clouds, what is one to
Do when the tide becomes too
Clingy and the moon decides to go
Find itself another planet?
:’)
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