You could ask me
Why the compulsive expressionism?
And why the hunger to speak on my behalf?
Why should I be so hungry all the time to taste
Taste the very blood that love and life is?
Eat the flesh of my circumstance and receive every moment
with reverence that only a monk has
The monk who happens to be a thousand years old and one
I could tell you several of my reasons
One being that my expression is the reverence
of that thin old monk who survives on it
The joy of my expression is what he has been meditating for
A thousand years and one
You could ask me
What do you want of me?
I could tell you to revere my expression of joy
And bask in it
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