dancing sparkle buddha

Sparkledust and pigeon holes, they follow me

wherever I go,

I want to dance, let the day strip away,

then sit crosslegged, like yogi, like buddha


numbed stillness like a drug addict seeking nirvana.

If we are all inching one day closer to death,

then why not remember to live?

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