America sits
and practices detachment,
observing it all.
Objects pass away
in a blissful spaciousness.
America does
not see, does not feel,
clouds of flies consuming its
forgotten bodies.
America sits
and practices detachment,
observing it all.
Objects pass away
in a blissful spaciousness.
America does
not see, does not feel,
clouds of flies consuming its
forgotten bodies.