A lotus emerges from between poems,
out of sheer serenity as the reminder
of the one we don't have the name for.
Don’t talk about the heart any more
Be the heart.
Open your eyes and see your elegance.
And no more waiting for the rooster
To wake you up in the mornings.
Be a wild-mooned rooster, my friend, and fall in love
With this burning.
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