I want to write about...
joyfulness,
wonder,
and hope,
but today I cope
with the pain,
such a drain.
No sympathies do I seek,
but I must express
the distress
of bodily functions gone awry.
Not alone am I, of course,
but I cannot divorce
myself from Brother Body
while awake,
there's no break,
save in the Secret Garden
where through breath and mantra
there's no body, no pain.
Blessed with this sacred respite,
I shan't go insane.
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