Sounds get
Translated into
An inky silence
From downstairs
An alien language
Climbs up to the library
Just a glance, then
It walks out murmuring
Buddha complains
That he could have
Avoided enlightenment
Giving his begging bowl
And robe, he walks into
An ocean of nakedness
Wrongs that do not have rights
Rights that do not have wrongs
Stand trembling before the red light
Three….two …one
Time is the green light
That never comes alive
Don’t
Don’t salivate in words
When a platter of life is
Served on the dinner table.
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