for Márton Koppány
Tibetian Buddhism is a dialect of English.
Sanskrit is a kind of English; or a part of its grammar.
Once, I was Jewish. Back in the 1800s.
Once, I was Persian, many centuries ago.
It is my Finno-Ugric roots that ensnare my limbic system in
It's the smells of urine & paprika rising from the street - the Way of
Kings, the city's oldest.
Religion is when you find a new vowel
in a book
on your tongue.
WHAT MIGHT BE MORE VALUED THAN TO FACE THE FACTS?
for the Institute for Broken & Reduced Languages
Tibetan Buddhism is an English dialect.
Sanskrit is a sort of English; or else, one of its genders.
In the days of long ago, in 1800, I was a Jew.
In the days of long ago, a long long time ago, I was a Persian.
My Finno-Ugric roots spellbound
my limbic-array onto shamanism.
The King’s way - the city’s most antique -
wafts around a piss & paprika odor.
Religion is when a new vowel presents
written by the mothertongue.