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Weed Seed


Hans Ebner




I am poor
but that is good
Ive had money
and it only distracted me
from my calling

What monks we be
in orange robes
our food bowls
our only property
chanting songs
no one understands

We are the congregation
of our church
and gather together
in the oddest of places
taking vows
to never be at peace

We live everywhere
in secret
and silent
we look so normal
no one knows
we are the underbelly
of beauty

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