Inside out


Some are

glad to be

flesh-land

natives,

defending

borders

of dermis,

against all

penetration,

entrenched

Bardo ghosts,

they make war

to liberate them

selves from sense,

are fabled in fact.


And head in sand

they learn to grin

and bare horror,

denying change

while changed

beyond measure.


Others find liberation

breaking out of mind,

being species beings,

proud to be part

of earths mad

monkey kings

dumb domination.





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