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Aya Song

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Fear not, for I am only devil by skin.
There is no need to control, that which is
Ours already is before us: the rocks, the air, the verdant twig
Struggling to life.

Weeks ago, I made my devils manifest themselves,
And with this Freedom, I shrank back in fear,
For angel dire did appear on my wall,
And behind it, alphabet most strange.

From behind a wicker basket appeared a pale
elfling; like a Japanese kabuki mask, he
Danced, he swayed to ancient Frank Sinatra;
In the kitchen: mandala’s whirling on the walls.

Buddhas and Seekers before me had
Tread this path, but none of my urine would
I drink; offal most black poured from me,
And the toilet thanked me.

If I wanted, I had ultimate space;
My body could be accessed at any
Portal, even ones that didn’t exist
Before–into the Cosmic Ocean I poured.

The down from ayahuasca afforded
Me great warmth–common pillows, blankets;
Elven faces all, mouths that welcomed me
And would have talked, had I not be afraid.

Devil? Aye, I learned of my fear
Entire, inside and out, thoroughly.
I have freedom if I desire, or the chains
Adamantium.

More reagents shall  soon arrive,
And this time, during the make,
I will pray for release from my
Ultimate shadow….

May the remainder
Leave only….Me??



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