we never moved a thing
our souls have no special priority
situated upon this pile of bodies
burning along the ghats of the ganges
dream yourself a new destiny
if you are married you are already busy
being bought for a few pennies
or rubies
have we tortured ourselves enough
what else can we find fault with
simple distortions are our contortionist tendencies
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sages melt honey
on their tongues and sing songs of wisdom
long hours lead to tired bodies
repetition is our duty