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This is the meditation of steel, Mahatma, Bodhivsattra - My fingers slick the oil Over breech-block and gas plug. This is the meditation of light. Mahatma, Bodhivsattra - The sun ranges down the hill To the butts and the sea. This is the meditation of breath. Mahatma, Bodhivsattra - My fingers slick the sun Over barrel and sight. This is the meditation of power. Mahatma, Bodhivsattra - The butt in the shoulder Slams acceleration to the bone. This is the meditation of consequence. Mahatma, Bodhivsattra - The brass sheers to the sun, The bullet sheers to the sky. Mahatma, Bodhivsattra. Bodhivsattra, Mahatma. |
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