the prayer itself is an answered prayer
an oath reaches the air and wondering
if the mountain is listening
all the mixes of genes and genders
trickle upward rendered by flame
disappear just the same
mother coughing up sweet poison
rings of voice on narrow ambitus
with Ilyn and his abacus
the prayer interrupts the transition
our mission remains at the border
in the naked disorder
from: LaChama Confronts LaVajraja
Preservation Society Collection
Phyllis [trans.]
Preservation Society Collection
Phyllis [trans.]
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