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She is as the sky-- A deep blue rock, a castle of sand and silt A crag of Susanoo's ancient fire long-cooled. In the valley, the withering Nihonjin roam about in lorries and trains between the wafting fingers of smoke beside the station A Gaijin stands, fiddling an e-cigarette the burning of it makes hollow his lungs and his breath is guarded from the freshened air of a summer's morning. The clouds flank the snow-capped summit and shield her face as a bride's veil He watches the men in the smoke-filled cubicle their fogged eyes empty of the promise of a time long past the bloodshot sclera Their ruined caldera of hope. --He remembers the Statue of a man in Ueno In the rain, as if his eyes wept the reflections of the streetlamps upon his somber face and the battlements of concrete and plastic. A grain of sand, sifted monumental from the summit Once again, the station Tokyo is a massive heart, breathing the Hime of the old and the ached promise of hope left as Miso at the bottom of a bowl.
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Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
Reflections of Fuji on my Phone
She is as the sky-- A deep blue rock, a castle of sand and silt A crag of Susanoo's ancient fire long-cooled. In the valley, the withering Nihonjin roam about in lorries and trains between the wafting fingers of smoke beside the station A Gaijin stands, fiddling an e-cigarette the burning of it makes hollow his lungs and his breath is guarded from the freshened air of a summer's morning. The clouds flank the snow-capped summit and shield her face as a bride's veil He watches the men in the smoke-filled cubicle their fogged eyes empty of the promise of a time long past the bloodshot sclera Their ruined caldera of hope. --He remembers the Statue of a man in Ueno In the rain, as if his eyes wept the reflections of the streetlamps upon his somber face and the battlements of concrete and plastic. A grain of sand, sifted monumental from the summit Once again, the station Tokyo is a massive heart, breathing the Hime of the old and the ached promise of hope left as Miso at the bottom of a bowl.
TimelessWave
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M/San Francisco, CA
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
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