There is a distorted image
A reflection in water
In which the sinner looks like sage and the sage walks to the temple,
Sits beside the sculptures of heavens and smiles at his homage .
There’s a dusty shadow
A broken mirror, a story
A mind so narrow it’s distracted by the waters of ponds
Waters that are shallow and creeks that are deep drown such minds
Minds of the smiling sage
I m drowning
I m frowning though upside down
I lay awake, lying
I m a sage of the distorted image
I m drowning.

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