Sour Dough

Ordering bread and coffee

Baked by desire

It’s grinding repetition

Skin not an echo

But that glistening same


The bitter Buddha kneaded here

Could not be loved

Without lust

Wisdom’s yeast

Force fatale


Yes Yes

Concentration short

Yes

Pain overwhelms

Yet where no excess and

Eager expectation ends

So ?


It is imagination that arises.