Vishuddha
Ottava Rima
Confuddled, confused, constrained no one knows
Beep…beep…squeak…squeak, no words I can pronounce
My best buried in dirt, right on the nose
Now, I’m trapped in here on this dirty couch
Praying for the moment my heart will grow
But I sit here in the warmth of the crowd
I refuse to rest until I confess
About the true story—yes, only I attest


