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Got It All

Ancestor winds flap through shredded flags
  carrying luck learned from heaven into mountain palace doors,
fanning flames and blowing blue smoke
  onto humble faces desperately looking for answers in a shrined territory.
 
They find heat and old age,
take a heart picture and walk away,
revived like a lamp at midnight,
ready to turn to water.
 
I am twisting through time, falling through air,
concerned with no cares but my body on the ground,
where I will return to form cross legged with a new piece of wisdom-
 
That matter is an illusion carved out of foolishness
 meant to divide and conquer the essence to which my grandparents have escaped
 with swords sweat stomachaches and a tortured mind filled with contradictions.
 
I have been made pure, one with the Word,
  for an eternal glorious moment.
Bring hell from the sun-
I will wipe it calmly from my veins.
Force poisons down my mouth-
I will expel them from my soul.
Slice my throat-
I will not say another word,
  smile with forgiveness spilling from my bloody lips.


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