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"Omphaloskepsis"
Some say that the yogi
Is just an old fogey
As he sits and he stares past his chest.
He glares at his navel
Though it doesn't seem stable,
But I guess that he knows what is best.
Visions religious,
Though perhaps not prodigious,
From the ones of Nirvana are sent.
Well, I sat down and tried it,
But I'm afraid I awried it,
For all I discovered was lint.
Michael Sirois, 1968
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