i want i want i want
all
my
wants curtailed
or
simplified
and
achieved . . ?
my hunger is western bred
alive for its own sake
so
i
go
practice plastic meditation
out
in
natures calm disorder
i note my thoughts
i breath deep under my ribs
but
my thoughts
tho noted
refuse to be as clouds
they turn and like Stukas
they
dive
bomb
my
eyes
again and again
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