Holy Zen Monk
Dreamed 1978/4/24 by Wayan
for all of us told we're incurable
or never ill at all
I'm in a stone maze. Stelae
and fountains. Overhead, in the open sky, swim deadly air-sharks. Like their sea- kindred, they can't pause; must prowl to breathe. So they dare not squeeze into our narrow, dead-end alley-labyrinth. Long as we live low
I'm a Zen monk
So I strip naked, bare
Those who rule deny
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