Then was just yesterday

And now, my chest is loose
(not rattling coins but a forest)
While then it was tight, burgeoning
Bone, prepubescent plague,
Unlike the hatchling seed, more
Like Vesuvius, and my mind
Pompeii. But that was then
And here is now.
False ego like pus
Setting me up
As a narcissist. So he
Slides; ‘How to Survive Capitalism,’
A guide, on Nirvāṇa and the hustle:
Grow & Bloom, and practice love
To be helpful.
Om śāntiḥ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ
 

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