Forgotten

Moon things, the very thing, that makes naked
Whole, again.
Things are slow and the wind is not the wind,
Blows in weak, waits to unwind in paradise.

Such a deathly memory, slaying the stars,
A soul, a less spirit trapped- in agony;
In dark days, before us, turns off to earthly crying.

The sad has said it is gone to yellow sap,
To the unrefined, yellow stings
Of weeping willows - white, disaster
Pounds of fever that has split the most loving things.

Gone with meteors all the ignorance passes quietly to shame -
Ignorance shaken like pure water (its voice) downpours in cascades -
It - all, just falls so tenderly - in our breaking souls.



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Farewell

goodbye -

sea, that melts
away into the hills,
very much

breaks
its waves from
the darkness,
moves out

what,
the sea
carries away
grows dim, color is

into the deafness
of the hills,
I see

over
there
it's right
twin stars -

full, awake

sleep


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[at] first

night drinks of life - unwatchful;
from a dawning sky - a despair
of nothing

fills and drifts up.


thoughtless, the water;
catches on the skin;

off my clothing up.


I can only be - only yesterday-
who waits in oldness
all bottled up -

thoughts up.


my mourning in kimono - shut
and I closed up -
unthinking;

my instincts up.

already useless traffic - sky
eyes over - up
bare day falls - up

finished up.


trying so retired
time best - to continue on
but effect;

out - up.


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