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Aug 2015
Amidst a thorny bush
~The city in tarnish~
I stumble beyond bounds
~Here and there~
Who are you?

The eye that perceives this I
has crumbled in time.
Sitting with nothing to lose
and nothing to gain,
The maker meets the made.

Bounding illumination~
Unification and wisdom!
What words could do it justice?
~
Kenshō
Written by
Kenshō  M
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