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.
