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close your eyes and look
cold water that washes my skin with kisses
the way my lungs beg for air, and yet i refuse.
sitting on slightly Damp Grass at the very top of a hill.
it was warm and it was dark and the sun set on the mountains like a king -
Questions for the Floaters
How do you miss what you have lost?
Imagine
climbing the forest of your breath
The veins of air
falling from the highest branches and
snapping the vertebrates of soul
and spew the pieces about -
Another Person
They said it would get easier
A prickle, a soundless wind
says otherwise
Fingers, individually cold
warm when wrapped ‘round my wrist
Clouds of locusts that
squeeze out every
single -
Tapati
And suddenly I awaken in the good dream
My pillow a patch of red clover
The gravel road, now graced with ruts, beneath me
Uneven ground
And let me tell you of the fireworks I saw
The bursts of yellow -
while walking in a flowering grove (2019 remaster)
god is nowhere
god is nowhere
The Eighth Lifetime:
His periwinkle skin made entirely of ice
after so many years, one can get lonely
sitting on the stone walls surrounding the garden
He waits
She is but a cowherd -
gray eyes
I see your eyes in the rainy days
the cloudy skies
the soft down of the pond ducklings
and in the dirty sidewalk snow
they're everywhere