(12) fire-eating ouroboros

my ambition to die by the side of the river that I cannot step in twice

to die by the side of the river that I cannot step in twice

your inner sanctums as steeply set as
the cremation ghats by the Varanasi,
India’s holiest place:
women are disallowed here

lest they weep. fire does not feel sorrow.
lest they throw themselves in the flames;
women are not dragons

but phoenixes. your words
burn like sandalwood.

let me perish on the edge of your river.
free me from  ceaseless search.
the cycle of rebirth is

a struggle to purge.

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