across from the fig tree
I almost said abyss
I sat watching
with an open gaze
nothing in particular
a few trees behind a wall
sparrows fall from rise from
I cannot think of the fig tree
without thinking of the Buddha
I almost said the beauty
we share the same brain
for a few seconds
as he passes through
but if you look at the religions
of the world they’re almost
all stories of young men
from some backwater town
who promise to change
the world and do -
so how come I’ve fallen
for the religion of you
I suddenly realize it’s true
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