que sera sera

our pilgrimage was consummated

with a pledge, bohemian vagabonds

of voluntary poverty. we were labeled

with african american jive. born into

this, descendants of the beats.  with

wordless crime, we spoke in rhyme.

the sutra poured through our veins.

nag champa agarbatti hammered our

senses. we covered our eyes to see

more. held our tongue to encourage

discourse. found peace in the bowels

of conflict. historic junkies in modern

times. our embrace eternal. content

to dwell in the desert or on the sea.

his heart desires mine, mine desires his.


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