You were at a monastery
Heaving sick, staying up and silent
You had a bed, and a room
Hot water and bamboo
And in late night concentration
Made your first visit across the hall
To mess around with your sleeping neighbor’s dream
Not just to see what you could see
But to walk in and actually be seen
And you’ve been here too
Looking around my room
Picking up things we both knew
Turning each over, saying:
none of this is new
none of this was ever yours
for I have held it to the light
I have looked it over well
And I can tell
Like those deckhands from treasure island
drunken cutthroats on a boat
with cut lines and “what hope?”
the last two, left to float
we swing and bruise until we lie
tired and too weak to reach
slumped on the deck,
our island looming
supported by 5 fans who also own “Actually Be Seen”
Crashes in grabs you and drops you in the exhilarating explosive brilliant experimental world of Lahnah. I Genuinely Hate You With My Whole Heart is stiff competition for The Mountain Of Pure Rock as my favorites caelis