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Thomas Oak Sep 2015
I have no idea why I say the things I do.
Sometimes I just trust my voice to sing.
Thomas Oak Sep 2015
The original oorm; here a young man...
a fine pickle this is.
The Chan heroes retired to Dongyun,
but my heart yearns to live.
Thomas Oak Sep 2015
I’m really a funny chap;
I love this strange world,
but I’m lost here like a bird without legs.
Thomas Oak Sep 2015
The cold and rains have come.
Summer is closing
and hearth-smoke richens the night air.
Thomas Oak Sep 2015
I whittle my companions to zero without attention.
Only occasionally do I notice
when the shavings on the floor splinter my toes.
Thomas Oak Sep 2015
Pine trees delight my senses
more than I know how to say.
Thomas Oak Sep 2015
I am heavens fool
I go the way I will.

Great is the gain, deep the loss
- and somewhere in the middle is my treasure.

With heaven behind me
am I really so foolish?
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