Your
hermitude
it’s
a 24/7 thing
an
‘otherwise engagement’
a
‘Do not disturb’ sign
on
a door whose color is a mystery
a
no-no thing
a
no-no-no thing
said
so silently
that
exclamation marks fall
and
arrange themselves as postscript
in
ad-animation style
but
your hermitude
slips
out and in
in
doorless ways
marks
‘present’
in
virtual space
and
I wonder
(with
a smile):
‘Exceptions
for the privileged?’
Every word is made for elaboration
for
'bulbing' and 'flagging'
for
assertion of faith
in
non-faithful ways,
made
for coloring
and
blinding
a
cheering that dulls
the
healing chant
the gathas, the pirith
rebelling
even
again the thun-sutra
every
word is observable in breach
and
yet,
in
and out of color
facing
the blinding light
and in quieter shades
of
stupa and bo tree
there
is word-reflection
adhering
affirmation
for
words can be clap
and can be clasp
some
are lit
and
others light,
this
Vesak
and always.
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