Andrey Bobir
I never gave my heart
The benefit of expression
Compromised every note
With a bedeviled chorus
Under the premise of logic
I outwitted instinct
But was none the wiser
Of the faces worn
None are so enduring
As the Godhead
I fashion labyrinths
Of human hair and insulation
Chasing monosyllabic stars
Under the council of sheep
Still bodhichitta remains
Unblemished
I left my hands in cement
To harden as if they were
A personalized monument
For a depersonalized farce
I ceased all intrinsic endeavor
Heel toe…heel toe..heel toe
Boots greased by a mercurial skyline
The end was of my own making
Still the beginning follows
What have I learned
In the passage of time
In the snarl of sand
As it plummets from
One hemisphere into the next?
To accept yourself
For no other truth fits
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I am never satisfied with my philosophical poems something I need to work on
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