Of many gods,
I chose the rock-cut Buddha...

A solemn moon
talking to hills...

Asking for privacy, a
green snake becomes deviant...

Trap unplugged,
There was a hairy assault...

What organicity!
Moon was coming down...

A truth a day
was not sufficient...

Collecting more luggage
while moving on...

In transition, of
a starry namesake, holding hand...

Shame of centuries,
you wanted to erase...

I was badly shaken?
by the strange...

In the moment of reckoning
or nemesis, I call you...

Even a lizard?
stops and looks...