I roll up the prayer rug   
 out the dark night    
 no pretense   
 just the music of the old white sun   
 this lover with a fertilized spine.      
 I calm my ardor   
 without breaking the white egg   
 on the tracks of dogma   
 far from cerebral coding   
 otherwise few applicants.      
 I distinguish the subtle essences   
 in the midst of filthy thoughts   
 and turns the din into inner music.     
 Outside daily life   
 transformer point.    


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