Talking trees
Bug encasing itself
In its own spit--
Thinking as body
Armor mind shield
Feeling glued to
Highway like a kitten
Shivering under tires
No one stopping
Save the man
In a photo
Kitten on shoulder
I give you mine
To cry on
There must be
Tears where you
Are, Sina, echoing
Like puddle drops
In Hereafter’s suburbs
Neatly set trees
Dropping leaves of
Bark no yawp
In whatever language
You now speak
I am tree
You are tree
We negotiate through
Our roots / synapses
Tethered / pass on
No pass back
"Bug..." Verse 1.4 of Jigme Linpa's Revelations of Ever-present Good,
trans. Ken McLeod
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