Yume

夢の庵

I

The still drops from the water cake

Understated sweetness

Cool

Inviolate

Heart beat slows

To a restrained take

on the universe

And all within it

Herded

Harnessed

Bit and bridled

Steered

Separated:

Milk from curdle

A slow process

This is no whirl

No dervish.

This is time

slowed

down

to a

pin

prick

Girl.

II

Then there was the thunder!

The rage and plunder!

In the heart of silence

Grows

Steel and arrow

Bowed trained

Sorrow,

The intent bends

The wind around it,

Allows for one last step beyond death

One last action before oblivion

Then!

then…

then?

III

In a field sits a boy

The flute around his neck

Beyond him the mountains,

Behind him his baby-days

Gold in the silken thread.

His mother

The sorrow she has made,

Toys of childhood

The way his Grandfather prayed:

Ball into cup and back again

A trick of the wrist

A salutation

A twist:

He straddles the past

And the future

And says, pushing

Glasses up nose

I am coming for you!

No matter how the sea rose

Or the ground shook

Or the end

Of everything

Decomposed before him.

Katana Unsheathing

The joke falling

Flat inbetween

The gulf

Of his genetic

Lack of destiny

And his own steel

Sharp will.

IV

In the end what is there

Up here on Shosha

Trapped between the

Old and new

The conundrum

The “what to do”?

In the end the lizard

Regards us all the same,

Appealling –

Years go reeling,

A smooth faced monk

Looks into my eyes

And declares,

I know you

As I make my

Escape

The hasty descent,

The secret, mysterious

Forever searching

Curious,

Remains brooding

Upon the questions

I did not dare to ask

It’s heaves a sigh

“This is as I expected!”

The old don’t always

Die last!

I feel I disappointed

Future

Past

Unyielding.

Undying

Fast

V

The path is full of rocks:

This is a gate

Or a mouth

A torii

For you

But not for me:

At last

I am broke

Free.

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