samadhi prayer

/and most days
i don't realize
whose behind the eyes,
oh krisna,
even in the mirror/

the flavor and the scent
of all this dancing brahma
course we got meaty maya
to bury teeth into
course we got krisna
and christ and every
crazy mexican bus boy
course Budha and Hawkins
echo, babling in the void
babbling about the void
babbling out the void