Dorji Dhatsenpa

Contributor

in lieu of the abrogated moon world

tonight the elders dwell on the sun’s Nativity dance

i’m pink like fuschia and shallow like Iago

i want to find the filing of you 

and swim through the molasses current

of your many dimensions.

this is the site of splitting.

Mother Nature immemorial.

we are infinitesimally restored to the crows in death’

and our memories pollute the rivers of Time and Death.

we sing a mantra and beg to do nothing but bathe in the silence

that sings in the hallways of our condo.

we perform our monastic rites.

i love you mouthlessly

i love you heretically

we circumscribe

the laws of Love

for the culture of the future.