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 monk fearfully
Utter panic sing,
Convincing,
Pleading,
Hoping,
There is a pure thing.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
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 monk fearfully
Utter panic sing,
Convincing,
Pleading,
Hoping,
There is a pure thing.
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