With nothing but love I rinse my hands of this dust. the temple stains. the coconut offerings. the hymns that flee from windows and carry me home. with the dark hair of the east I warily walk between the seeing and the blind careful not to upset the balance.
fevers have tormented me and fevers have guided me. off paths that led nowhere onto trails that pushed further into the thick resistance above. unknown lights and great sounds pierced through. following paths left by birds. the sun overturned. onwards into the great unknown spaces where the ether resides amidst the secrets of the universe. where hope finds a blessed and broken love.
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