"No Trespassing" it says, the gate padlocked
I slip the barbed-wire, follow the humming
Along this gravel path through swamp scrub slashed
To the foot of the first steel stanchion.
Above they perch like black blossoms
Gorged fat and sleeping, at home here
Attuned to the crackling lullaby of power wires.
This flock of vultures, carrion crows,
Slow to digest but quick to smell death
Patiently await the Mother, electrified
And fossil-fueled, to fill their trough.
Realize the Self to be without abode, unsupported, immeasurable, unparalleled, inherently pure, and eternal.
I slip the barbed-wire, follow the humming
Along this gravel path through swamp scrub slashed
To the foot of the first steel stanchion.
Above they perch like black blossoms
Gorged fat and sleeping, at home here
Attuned to the crackling lullaby of power wires.
This flock of vultures, carrion crows,
Slow to digest but quick to smell death
Patiently await the Mother, electrified
And fossil-fueled, to fill their trough.
Realize the Self to be without abode, unsupported, immeasurable, unparalleled, inherently pure, and eternal.
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