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MUMONKAN(GATELESS PASS) ( for Junie ) Here, now sister mine lost in time dead to this world I offer you my eyes my ears so that you can see...can hear without fear of Death always interrupting you. Take this breath & live again. I can see enough for two. ******* MYOJU(THE END OF LIFE) After the bus crash her soul walked home limping awkwardly now leaving a trail of footprints leaking time like blood. ******* KAEI(THE SHADOWS OF FLOWERS) Often, I visit this moment long gone (that has never ceased to exist) . I go to find my sister calling her name lost as she is in the middle of this vast field her blue dress a flower at the very center of it. Here, Death does not know her name only I call her. She carries me home in a piggyback. I fascinated with the freckle under the shadow of a curl where shoulder meets neck. I lost in her laughter. Both of us escaping Her Death. ******* AME NO UTA(SONGS OF RAIN) Here, Death itemises her. The bruised breast. The torn spleen. The broken ribs. The hemorrhaging. Death, leaving his mark on this human being. Familiar with her. Owning her. Memory tiptoes into Death's great palace & steals back a freckle lost behind a curl between shoulder & neck. Death has no need for it.
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
MUMONKAN(GATELESS PASS) - for Junie
MUMONKAN(GATELESS PASS) ( for Junie ) Here, now sister mine lost in time dead to this world I offer you my eyes my ears so that you can see...can hear without fear of Death always interrupting you. Take this breath & live again. I can see enough for two. ******* MYOJU(THE END OF LIFE) After the bus crash her soul walked home limping awkwardly now leaving a trail of footprints leaking time like blood. ******* KAEI(THE SHADOWS OF FLOWERS) Often, I visit this moment long gone (that has never ceased to exist) . I go to find my sister calling her name lost as she is in the middle of this vast field her blue dress a flower at the very center of it. Here, Death does not know her name only I call her. She carries me home in a piggyback. I fascinated with the freckle under the shadow of a curl where shoulder meets neck. I lost in her laughter. Both of us escaping Her Death. ******* AME NO UTA(SONGS OF RAIN) Here, Death itemises her. The bruised breast. The torn spleen. The broken ribs. The hemorrhaging. Death, leaving his mark on this human being. Familiar with her. Owning her. Memory tiptoes into Death's great palace & steals back a freckle lost behind a curl between shoulder & neck. Death has no need for it.
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
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