So now it is my turn

To hunt for disciples.

Your searches have proven false,

While mine have the tales of hermit planets,

In both of us.

More and more

Of my favourite drug, you and tainted water,

I become a book, a torn book

And feel the neon glow of religion

All around me.

The past is always near

The future even closer

I dance between the two

And become a high desire!

I am now, in absolute trouble.

But before I go into the past,

Before the future devours me

I raise my courage, toast the high monks

And leave this earth like I arrived -

Excited,

Naked,

And willing, to entertain Gods.

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