The crazy sutra
folded and unfolded
plucking the strings of my heart
in dangerous and unforgettable ways
Remote and transcendent
The Power reached in and took
remorselessly, and gave in equal measure:
balance was attained,
and regret disdained.
Following these sequences of -
following these, following….
I took my leave;
I did not grieve.
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