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Katmandu11. Find narcotics

of any kind on every corner,

plus, if you wish —

go to the opium den,

no obstacles in your path.

We enter to have a look.

The den is packed with

about fifty people sitting,

lying, reclining on mats,

hal-lu-ci-na-ting.

We walk among the transfixed.

The dummies stare straight

before themselves.

Everyone

renounced everything except

the dream taking out

to the universal scope.

The expired air is dreadful —

one can hardly breathe.

It’s a doleful sight

for us, nonsmokers.

We’ve breathed in drugs

and are in a cheerful mood.

So, just get outside.