Waves form within a
Man alone in silence.

Wind moves old wood in
Walls. I close my everything.

The two sides I see of
All I see, meet.

What's a spark or two
Between good swords?

Sometimes I agree to dis-
Agree with either me or my-

Self; the first thought I think
Is rarely the thing I think I'll

Believe. Will this **** me?
No, it'll be with you forever.

A samurai's infant children's
Eyes begging him to reach

Down before he leaves again,
To kiss. But no. So rigid

Is my will to live; to draw from
Everything, life.