(Asteya & The 2nd of The Five Precepts of Buddhism)
What did you steal?
Was it bigger than a breadbox, louder than a heartbeat, sharper than booze?
From whom did you steal it?
Where did they look for it when they discovered it was missing?
Did you put in on display, or did you swallow it whole?
What does it smell like in your home, on your breath?
When it sings, who hears it?
How do you keep it calm?
In what corner has it lodged itself?
What does it need from you now?
How has it separated you from the world?
Can you give it back? Can you give it away?
Can you let it go?