What is within
Those being-born-again walls
Of this body
More walls than any room
Or ceilings in any palace
More memories to the ounce
Than any senses
Don’t count the hours
Or the days
But listen to the stories
Being baptised by your breath
One gift of perfect hope
Mutual enjoyment of the thrift
It is to your advantage
If I go away
There was beauty in the reading
From the sensations to the soul
From the fully realised
To the entirely unrealisable
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