In the uncreated dimension, emperor Ashoka still reigns.
Why await the return of this mahasattva king
to redeem you, when his work pervades all time?
I am his subject then, my karma the point of all places,
where hell and heaven are equal decree.
I worship him in diners and bars, shrine-rooms and halls,
hoping for nothing at all, or at least another poem
to herald what's already here.

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