In lines they sally forth-
they could be chained together.
But each is engrossed in a different world.
Each one is the motionless Buddha
mind ablaze with questions.
Each one vows to erase the evils
besetting their world. Now,
a solid-gold Buddha is something to be.
Meanwhile, lines keep marching forth
to allotted places in a grim creation.
This world of their own making.