Bùzháo biānjì

Irrelevant

I howl in the night

Like a wolf

In pain

At the moon

For the hunger

Has taken a piece

Of me

 

Running up

The eye tooth

Through the bone

Of this face

On fire

Set aflame

Humanity

Running through

The blood

And bone

Lightning Flashing

Through the veins

 Thunder

In the mind

&

Soul

Alone

As the rain

Roars down

Wind whipping

Me

Naked

&

Cold

Gripping to

Each Moment

In time

To Let go

Of the flow

Of life

On me

To drain me

Dry

Of who I am

In the agony

Of the hour

Of

The pain

I howl

Irrelevant

Ài

Namaste

Añjali Mudrā

 

Maharishi Déjà Vu

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