Cross-legged meditations,
Aren’t my bag.
I’d rather go trepanning,
To let the universe in.
This awareness is already hell,
As it is.
No earthly attachments,
Anyways.
But no self-preservation instinct,
Either.
Headbutting demons,
On the way to marry entropy.
These philosophies,
Were born another way.
Aren’t My Bag.
