Every thirty-seven years, everything
becomes a temple. You can see it
in the man, how he takes up
constant worship,
the eyes shine bright
and no one
is ever ill at
ease around
him.
There are lessons in the plants,
he says. Smiling. See the
shapes and be the patterns.
It will all destroy you,
yes, and knowing this,
come now,
please and
celebrate!
Many of us join him, and more
of us want to, and we
walk clean
for a while. Until
we don't.
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