Pavilion for Washing Away Thoughts

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Wash away the mockingbird

The western one that doesn’t sing
The repertoire of eastern mimics

Wash away the single point
Fourteen billion years ago
From which it all exploded

Wash away the wondering
What was there before the bang
And was it just the latest?

Wash away the word for bird
Wash away her foot
Washing in the stream that runs

Beside this small thatched hut