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On Nara

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comatose-comet

Published: May 1, 2015

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The deer bow and the sky bends and I am
smiling, lanterns red at sunset, pavilions gold
at noon and I wish I could curl up in Buddha’s
lap and watch the world turn. Lotuses are opening
in my lungs and the train tracks blur past my eyes
and I spend the night dreaming of fawn dawns and
antlers balanced on my shoulders, bowing to a
white-cloaked beauty with promises of more,
promises of Nara.

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