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Sep 6
I celebrate my desires
on the templebed: doing
nothing, watching and smelling
what the priest is describing

they told me so in advance
An exercise
to relax myself in a cave
in the wild of the mountains

His words anoint my nerves
and untie them from the inside
of my entrails, they wash me
off with warm attention, recover
my muscles and my soul

I want to continue living this way
..Let it go, let it go
..that's the exercise
..my only chance
..to hold it
Incubation (sleeping in a sacred area)

Collection "Silent walk"
Zywa
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Zywa
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       Nolan Bucsis, DKDK, Weeping willow, Urvashi, Zeno and 3 others
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