I shall retreat to a black forest in Bengal,
paint my eyelids black, and sit for a year,
knowing the blackness of superstition, leopards,
death, the stars, the earth, and what is under water.
My face will frighten the locals, and thereby be revered.
Here in Pennsylvania, I sit each night, and smile.
I text my friends, watch TV with you on the couch,
and leave darkness alone until at last I dream.
There, I wander in the mystery of things,
with nothing but the choice to be afraid or not.
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