Ragamala

Ragamala

I never wanted a home
nor a Lotus Sutra    
I am not a lotus eater   

a home
is a place

to hang
history

floating
in etymological
soundfacts   

a privilege
that is created

by language
illusions

orange heavily
hung my welcome’d neck

my funeral
sewn into scented mala
pollinated bead mantras

un god’d
in which I gallow

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