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Toilet-Paper Sutra

When my souls energy

       dislodged my face

which they were friends with

        I became disjointed in time

As they turned out the lights

sleep would not come so

I fled to the light of the bathroom

I knew they kept each other warm

 as I closed the door

winter was born in my chest

I kneeled beside the toilet

pulled my quill and ink

from my pocket and began

scribbling my mind

on to a roll of two-ply scented toilet paper

      Zarathustra unable to reach his  

      cave after the marketplace

      Lao-Tzu spray-painting

      "you had rigid toilet training"

      on Confucius door

      the Buddha of the urinal

I knew then

       what I now know

courage

      is

to stand

outside the walls of logic

         and open

like a child

        to the rising sun

The roll ran empty

as the others awoke and sought relief

and my words

my desperate manefesto

Helped them

rid themselves of excess

and wiped them clean

before being expunged to the spiraling void 

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