Exploding Bodhisattva !
This morning- I met Pompeii,
invisible in my silent words
firm, sturdy & revolting life,
he was a polar rabbi so lost-
or is: my Hebrew as bad as his
genesis captured in toledots,
of humanity disguised, he said,
standing erect in his synagogue,
pirates in my photoreceptor cells,
so eyes are his musculus words,
the deep perception of vision,
Judaical Mesopotamian perception,
I am the Bodhisattva explosion,
of her rebellion in my heart !
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