My body is a temple
Yet I am killing it
I see life as all the possibilities I did not follow
All the paths I did not hike
All the countries I did not grow in
My body is a temple
Yet I have never walked in one
Preferring the uselessness of laicism
Rather than the restrains of Religion
The timeless waves of interests – cyclic
My body is a temple
Yet I have never let anyone visit
Leaving all the flaws to my unique bare eyes
Afraid of external spits and cuts
All of them I will never feel on my epidermal
My body is a temple
Yet I am killing it
Little by little – Letting it dismiss and drown
Into the boredom of habits and weaknesses
By my own fault and shamanic drive
My body is a temple
Or perhaps my only opponent
Our souls should live as flames
Of blue
Alone and together
And all sheltered from the bare feeling of being watched
My body is a flame
Joyful to the idea of being liberated from others
Of being immaterial
No needs – No desires – No aspirations – Just thoughts
My temple has muted
Into a great big pile of thoughts
I have been let free
I have become blue
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