Meditation From Inside the Petting Zoo

I will evict my inner fascination with the box everyone wants me to step into
From the corners of my utterly beautiful mind.



Smoke billows from the incense like dog fur growing,

The diamonds and four-sided stars putter and cough,

As a swirling gale from five feet away comes to snatch the fur in a circling whirlwind.

It hangs in the air and sticks to the wind like glue,

Giving it a definition I never thought of.