As one song ends 

and another starts

you are in both places

at once, the belly is warm

Would you just waste this

moment? Or create

To forget you

so I could fall for you

again, on the next 

whorl

Be so concerned

about not having

desires and check

your pulse

I don't read for stories anymore

and did I ever

I love the most the lace of words

mandalas, weaves of moods

Decided, for a daily short endeavour 

to eat a paragraph or two

When the West forgot Asia

the fumade tinder box

ran out of fungi, or why else 

would we be so unluminous