Hash snap hodgepodges manifest at earliest contemplations,
Slightest deviations; a primordial instinct, reactive to the touch.
My skin cuts open to reveal pink, reddening mush;
I can’t help but look until I find something to wrap and push,
Compression of my screaming nerves through a pinprick,
Blood levels lay flat.
Return to the earthquake of my blood’s circulation:
This is true meditation.
So say the scriptures. So says the Leader.