Enter Private Chambers (Soon Sunup)
2-7-19
Slipping another abstract doctrine upon my stack of papers in Suzuki
Studies of my own kind of Zen regarding other judgement of what only God doest see
It is the sword that slays soon sunup and lights out made bright as to grasp for slaughter
With this exclamation point of a hectic mind in these pursuits now to
I yet profane and profound and my exterior man perishes
No diving on the three foot end of the pool
Be not such a fool in depth that cannot separate us
O, ask the rest and do what you love most....
For Duke Mu Of Chin
2-7-19
Sounds boring so says she
But that's what I came for
All in myself and me
Writing with diligence dogmatically
In the year of our Lord back in '63
O, profound and wicked on profane and righteous
In that it is a testing of our faith
To leave up our siege mound and refuse to take your dogs to the pound
Grasping for the slaughter of kings knowing the daughter of all things
Where the scepter will be no more as consulting our images we take up
Back in '63....
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