A monk has duties to only God
Whom he attends uxoriously.
There is no modern, no monastic Now,
Only seven discussions with Why.
On all fours I beheld God
Holding up her mirror;
On a bone heap I reclined
Drunk as Noah, fewer fleas.
I am in love with power,
With shop windows, stage sets,
A fire that nothing burns.
I am in love in love in love
With what is to come
From within me.
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