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Kyrie Hajashi Jun 2021
I am a cracked vase
But that's alright
Now my heart can view the world
From its own place
And not from the mouth
Anymore
Now let the ocean fill me
I'll give the ocean back
I am a cracked vase
Kyrie Hajashi Jun 2021
If my life were a day
you'd arrived at half past two
right after my late lunch
right before my next shift
Kyrie Hajashi Jun 2021
Like stars
Packing the ebbed moon
                    I packed nothing--

The soul insists
"Don't be a fool, take something"
                    My mother tongue
Kyrie Hajashi May 2021
Melt all the trumpets the trombones                                                                              
The bones of drums fed to the dogs                                                                                  
slit the cowhide’s belly cleave
the guitar open
see if you can find history
the muse of children running
their pulses are singing ‘Negaraku’
'Negaraku' means 'my nation'
Kyrie Hajashi May 2021
And my boat, afloat
Between two worlds alike

the sky is the sea
and the sea, the sky

the stars glide like pirate ships
the turtles abide the celestial law

We wish upon jellyfishes

and the pulsars sent an electric tide
pulsating like waves to ears

Lighthouses are spheres

And the muse of whales—
Ethereal quietude of space
Kyrie Hajashi May 2021
1.
if by anxiety's breath the limbs are chain'd
to the bed, the floor, the bathroom floor
weariness from yester-pain
weariness from the world beyond the door

if the pinions of sorrow
fly o'erhead or below
from news of loss or news of war
of what makes those tears flow
and flow

if by hate the blood is red
seeping from wounds of thoughts
and tongues that twist and spread
fire, great fire of the droughts

if the path sought appears long and same
the trees same green and the air heavy
till you cant breathe or say a lover's name
or love itself tastes old and dusty

if the world disappoints
                     and disappoints...
                                      
2.
Train to restrain Your fists
Your tongues and thoughts
Fall not into the yester-pit
the opaque mists it bought

Train to restrain the sorrow
make a path anew, paint the trees
a different hue
Let those tears bring a new flow
let not the rage mist follow

the world is just a point
                       a speck; pointless
Kyrie Hajashi May 2021
Red
A fox autumn-dressed
Seek the name of fire red
For whom his skin ablaze
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