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Hark!
He knocks.
Time, it's time,
the Kuroi Jukai within me.

Finding an unordinary
drifting off to sleep point,
a hollowed-out spot,
where I can let
God dream for me.

Whistles in the wind,
in lullaby the sky and sea
seem to trade places,
bending around me
as vertical blanketed surges.

My carcass is a colonization (of bones)
for my dearly departed ones,
forbearers of migration,
seeking endless sea,
until like them,
I settle upon
their ancestral shore.
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where are we
when we are nowhere

where are we
when we are everywhere

are we?

to be nomadic
here and there yet nowhere

sans frontières

but they are there, aren't they
endless frontiers, ceilings, barriers, hurdles

just let me go
let me jump
up, over, out

escape the labyrinth

You gave me a nasty word
You gave me "hate",
the word I never had

You brought nothing but pain
You brought separation
You brought tears as you take our belovedz

What kind of a foreigner are you?
You don't belong in our world
We welcome foreigners who bring good not bad

Can you please go into exile?
Maybe you might enjoy it there 'cause here you made our world so small.

The dead rest and I rest with them
under the shade of the maple leaves.
Their world is cold, eternal, cramped;
mine: sunny, free,
temporary.
We share a home but they are confined
while I am free to roam and wander,
or lie upon their mossy bed as I read
about yet another world -
Imaginary; existing somewhere in between.
People come and go as the day drags on.
Sunlight glints off the headboards.
They arrive slowly. Leave quickly.
We stay.
The air is fragrant with the scent of freshly turned soil; their blanket, my bedsheet. This is a land of peace
and I am a guest,
temporarily.

Oh!  Love.
Love is amazing.
its like um,
Uh
Its got a lot of,
yaknow;
uh...
Whats that called again?
Ergh..,
...
Wait I remember!
...
Uhh.
Hmmm.

You want to read me.
Know all about me.
Like my smile look me in the face and see the eyes to my soul.

Upfront, direct and real, my eyes have a lot to reveal.

If in the mood?
Read my eyes.
Read my smile.
And if still confused?
Then you can't read the eyes to my soul.

There is no pretense to be seen.
I'm all about reality.