Wake up and seek
the way to the mind,
from the mind
to the remains and ashes
of what would one day
grow into a wildfire or wind-storm.
Like a gypsy, seek
every moment a new motherland
and spend the day
under the Martian tarpaulins
wearing flower blossom ornaments,
smelling like a Kasturi,
and then, like me,
understand nothing,
seek nothing,
and walk inside.

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