Mars calculates in the round.
Not leave and take me / nowhere—
When they ask where I’m going
I’ll quote the sky again. No,
I’m afraid I can’t tell you.
It involves a parking lot.
If you fall asleep in sun,
Fail to wander into dreams,
Just sleep as only body
And at some point stop breathing,
Could you do any better?
When you wake up immortal
As a Daoist wizard priest,
Or an effigy in wax . . .
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