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11-03-11 (Japan)

Posted on November 7, 2011

11-03-11

Simply gazing at a black Indian ink ocean
Seeping through the landscape
Drawing rivers and veins
Meandering into arms of eternal destruction
Matchbox cars and houses
Becoming matches
Without the box
Consumed by fire
Human puppets confined
To dire straits of hope
Crouching to reach the mountain
Tops all forecasts
Cracking plaster casts
A spell
On those left behind
Wondering whether it can be broken
By the tea poured
In poetry by
The ceremony’s grandmaster’s
Long lost son.


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