Life In the Body Temple
It’s a kind of habituation,?
it’s a kind of a life?
you walk in it, over it?
through it.?
?
What you see or don’t see?
is still all there,?
coming through from the past.?
The future also comes through,?
tomorrow has already painted next steps,?
they are just waiting to be taken?
then hung on a mind gallery.?
?
You can see millions of cells,?
brain cells, dead squamous cells,?
octagonal memory cells?
bee hive stacked.?
Some cells have ruptured,?
tear-drop ghosts spill out drop by drop,?
puddle wetly.?
They all must be reincarnated?
breathed life into.?
?
Now you can look back and see?
if you have cleaned house,?
or just used time to litter?
the temple grounds.?
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