Dark-Adapted Eyes

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Ravens 008

we watched him think under a tree
we watched his thirsty silence
he threw away his wealth and he
abhorred all thought of violence

eight folds he made, eight folds he trod
the universe he made like god

we watched him cast his life away
teach suffering as existence
though prince he was, he would not stay
and offered no resistance

eight folds he made, eight folds he trod
he looked within for sign of god

we watched him go where he would go
his followers were many
but wheels are round and all was slow
under the frangipani


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