I said, "Can't you see that it doesn't
matter to me if you run your sword
through my soul?"
She asked, "Are you so certain
in your monkish response
that pain will no longer matter?"
I answered, "Somewhere there is
no concern between what is right
and what is wrong."
She said, "Those who believe so
practice dancing on graves
in the middle of the night."
I apologized, "My sleep was full
of dark dreams meant only
for those who cherish pain."
She said, "Try walking down avenues
paved with stones of many colors
each sharper than razor blades."
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