I have been here before.
Where did I imagine this?
If they’re waiting
I am waiting
I am seeing the red river explode in front of me and it is glorious.
In flame, my eyes are one with the fire, plasmatic and belvedere.
Attempting to manufacture deja vu, to validate the nostalgia of our idyllic moment,
my image of you inside on the air deck.
chopped wood and slow water on the iron.
soapstone soft and waxy
holding my stay
are lion, pegasus, rhino, and carpenter ants,
the latter always plural.
my basin ringing
my pelvic bone resting
my memories conflating
I will never leave.
Blessed is the monk who decides to move on and remain in the world of suffering
The misunderstood Boddhisatva can never claim hur claim
instead, portrayed exclaiming,