Darkness of the hour
the dream-soaked man,
who arrives
after a pause
and a working
to the unlit room
of Buddha
for a visit
to the red heart
where fire shines
in these bricks,
to lessen the restless
and further the bliss.

Free poem by Chris Everson - 2002
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