Thursday, August 25, 2011
Day 359
12:51 pm; 7:58 pm
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seven
–
smell of
joss paper
floats in
through the
window seemingly
out of
nowhere but
harkens invitation
I woke
with the
urge to
rid myself
of all
residual liners
in the
chambers of
my heart
I will
give myself
a week
to practice
feeling control
it is
ceremony overdue
we are
two people
in love
with two
other people,
our history
had a
terrible sense
of timing,
or humor,
you choose
nothing exists
here that
needs to
remain intact
the Chinese
burn money
to ensure
fortune to
dead spirits
perhaps our
ghost love
afterlife will
be fruitful
in friendship
the Chinese
are superstitious,
to help
the future
of the
death self
the Buddhists
are practical,
save air,
protect resources,
keep everything
without meaning,
burn nothing
we’ll see
who wins
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tkk
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