A felled tree
spans the gully, creating a precarious bridge to a tangle of green
on the other side.
I step toward
freedom from the ministers of religion, recognizing the supremacy
granted you from heaven in matters affecting the public order,
obey your laws, lest otherwise they might obstruct the course of
secular affairs by irrelevant considerations, with what readiness
should you not yield them obedience to whom is assigned the dispensing
of the sacred mysteries of the
chemistry of human life....and returned to speak coherently.
Chanting dbyangs, the creek is swallowed by city
pipes. Does it hear the train whistling?