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Submitted by cloud antlers on Wed, 01/14/2009 - 12:29am* * *
Against the rise and clash of the idol
under hallucinogen heavens –
narrow your gaze, spit out
your guts.
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Against the rise and clash of the idol
let this mind be light, infinitely –
a truth is a house, it must
go by flame.
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Against the rise and clash of the idol
the interpenetration of all beings –
the subtle finger pointing,
is already found.
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Against the rise and clash of the idol
a residue of unreal time in the basin –
the great burl of a cedar tree,
at last is rent.
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Against the rise and clash of the idol
one masters the absolute code –
a foul-scented apprentice,
diverges in the milieu.
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