Karma, atonement and suffering:
As the value, they fall downhill
in a slow and delicate torture
Thus - from animal speech - poisonous hearts emanate
dark ancient, decrepit litanies.
There is no punishment for those who decide to wet their lips with the water of this river, says the boatman, shrugging his shoulders.
Who could refuse then?
Turning his back, the wolf licks its dry mouth: I could, he says, and withdraw.
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