A temple slumber
Am I still under?
A rich and colliding
Soul awakening thunder
Theta waves
Crying slaves
Drunken Brits
And rooster raves
A monkey chants
An Italian rants
I try to process it all
But fuck, I just can’t
Friends from past lives
Old men with small scythes
Demons in the street
With scary bulging eyes
Waterfalls, transcendent lagoons
Fire erupts and laughter blooms
Into spankings in gardens
Under silvery slivers of sexy moons
Riding though I fear to
Enjoying sleeping near you
Be still at night
or the demons might hear you
Swarms drone and roar
Carving their way thru Hindu lore
Reducing me to tears
Against the ancient temple floor
Scooters, humidity
Stolen sun kisses that fluidly
Tease my awareness
Into a temporary lucidity
As infinity steams
into jungle scenes
even Ganesha
has fever pitch dreams
Because recruiting doesn’t lapse
With naughty naps
Waterbeds and gongs
Still make time collapse
With lots of sound
And healing abound
Frozen memories were lost
But the profound was found
So I carved in my hand
with ancient sand
Perdamaian dunia
In the most epic of land
That was the day a check I didn’t remember writing was rendered due in the temple of my heart.
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