185th Chorus
“as old as space”
“without the faintest tendency
towards rebirth”
No-self, no-self, no-self,
Dass iss the order of the day,
Virya, Zeal, Wednesday,
When I can turn this old
patayo Matago dun’s
nest of hornet toad
shoot bewallopers
worrying in Finnegan’s
Whorehouse about nothing,
into a Pagoda of Bright
Jesus Lace Snow
Japana dreams,
with showers of aura
arras flower rose
bepetalling pet by pet
from the holy dispenser
of dogs –
Farewell, puppy
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