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Long-Awaited Journey
I go now to the fire-eating
fire-breathing dragon heart
of the world
laden with glass beads
and jars of incense
carried on barges
along the fog-encrusted banks
of a river in the clouds.
And somewhere
within the phlogiston of my Self
gently basking in the chaos
there is a poem
dangling at the end
of a thin golden thread
that will open our eyes
to the soul of the universe.
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