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the peaceable reed

the peaceable reed
(of their ilk),
like the bountiful
rice variety

so nice to look at

—those slender

stalks

like the idylls
of European creativity

in this case,
any person that talks

all conversations
that have that potential
for explosive eruption

the friction is everywhere,
a gruelling task

normal life's allusion

now, may i ask
how she
managed to endure
such horridity?

(answering the plea—)

boy, it's not love..
but
just affinity!

calling it love (yet involving cultural variances)

it's as if they know—

 
how to lift their wings
to fly

only to be able to reach
that glorious blue sky

it's when city dreamers
really, really
could dream high

yet trying to go on their
own particular ways—
not even finding relief, sigh!
 
 
would you still hold me
until the golden dawn?

tell me what year are we now, again?
we're here, olden.. but then
 
somehow  
 
 
we still have  
fallen apart, as you joked
again..and..again

 
—that you bleed—
(unrequited love?)

 
that's how we
pass the blame to reality
 
 
but really, it could just be
an untranslatable word

for perfect love

unconsciously—

 
misunderstanding

mere affinity—

untitled (former working title: true music)

as if one have
all the value judgements

in this—

tribulation period,

if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —

would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?

time & its insignificance

like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift

from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah

from ancient

to the renaissance

what more can
one presage?

neither—

if a believer

prays to a false God

[of an othered religion]

permitted but

wronged sainthood

senile syllogisms & oblivion

now that—

now that he starts zen,

addicted to heart sutras;

unbelievable—

art and the language

like sake's heaven,
like Du Fu's papers,
Basho's friend have gone—

Voids We Experience

I see the answers suddenly

in that tiny, sparkly, and

twinkly black hole

what greatness of a gift
this awful time is

limited by a number
of maybe English words