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my dream dreams on in its dreamlogic cows
are turning into people cower coward people
long dead are young again in countries their hungry
eyes have never seen no man (woman) is an island
an is-land an eye-land an I-land I wander
the landscape there's some sadness my old friend Ferdinand
ambles by smelling the flowers a llama led by a brain-
damaged girl lopes by my house I am reminded
of a Lama's practice of Tonglen breathe in the pain
of the world your pain is my pain breathe out
compassion for you for me for you
for me
I hear you calling me far away but clear clear
zen gongs the dingdong of your iv apparatus my
name marian, marian in your sleep, in
my sleep.
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