His supplicant knees rubbed to the raw

Body a giant inchworm in perambulations

Chortens rise like unintended mountains

The sacred stones scraped and flawed

All sin is swept aside as a matter of waste

The encumbrances of guilt no longer grow

The rags on hands that no one will ever know

Fresh dirt besmirched by his imprinted face

Mighty crags review his creeping pilgrimage

Small insects taste the raw relief he leaves

The slime trail only his knees now grieve

His mere remembrance reduced to a smudge

jhaffur khan azad darakth: drums, clarinet, lyric, voice

Joell Banner Baird: spinach guitar, acoustic bass,