There must be a way

Is there a way to be

The poison you turn to

Your best enemy

When demons hover around

Your burning flesh?

 

Is there a way to be

One of a thousand monks

Kneeling face down

Anonymous

On the cold, raw stones

Of your bodily temple?

 

Is there a way to be

A thorn in your side

To remind you of

The excruciating pain of

Not touching you?

 

There must be a way

To aspire to this love

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