Hills of Nirvana
Hills of Nirvana
A breeze brings a burning sensation
Set deep within
Beneath the skin
Some far land a man is on fire
Burning bright
In a starving night
A snowflake dives to the ground
April snow
On convict’s toes
STOP
FREEZE
NONEXISTENT POUCH
Death is asleep for the time being
Bullets look back at the gun
Father stops hitting his son
Stock market crash
No one minds
Not aristocrats, not even their kind
The store owner leaves the money
The trigger is still
Even though he has not had his fill
A Buddhist monk sits outside his temple
Watching the hills
Waiting till
THE EYE OPENS AND THE HILLS COLLAPSE
BLOOD FLOWS
BULLETS SOAR
THE INNOCENT DIE
WHILE WE OPEN THE DOOR
Goodbye
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