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the breaking monk
a poem about the flux that can exist in my life.
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I dreamt once of a monk;
Who put paddle to water and wandered over oceans.

My dream;

My dream dreamt of women,
Draped in towels
Dripping their sweet sweat on his brow.

My dream;

My dream leaves me empty,
I dream of celibacy.

My dream;

I dreamt of ancient monasteries
Filled with mausoleums
And gravestones to great men,
A shattered core;
Where monks fearfully
Utter panic sing,
Convincing,
Pleading,
Hoping,

There is a pure thing.
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