yesterday’s house building brought
only chocolate around the belly,
eyes fallen into disuse,
a heart that lacks.
and today,
writing an obituary for tomorrow,
this body is mistaken
for something that might last,
thoughts for the truth,
and desires for the need
of all beings.
time to burn down the house,
and sing praises
to all that lives

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