years of hardship
dissolved into this moment
the ground falls away

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many years of toil
now it is your turn to fly
don't forget to breathe

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Perfect poise in space
Five make a baby’s mobile
Art instilled from birth

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this body developed
toned, shaped, stretched, enlivened
by an exceptional mind

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hey you beautiful
your body as a token of you
do a dance on me

Yanaka Bochi
A swirl of falling petals
On ancient gravestones

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Dormant life passes
Through the eye of the universe
Then shows its pleasure.

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seasons circle again
last years sun becomes flower
new life in dead branch

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the earth blooms with joy
a warm gentle breeze to pass
filled with aroma

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It is what it is.
They tell me it's Life renewed;
Is that what it is?

a shell of a man
but wasn't it always thus?
now that too is gone

a Spring afternoon
alarms split the air and then
all is swept away

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Time for renewal
Waters cleanse, ashes arise
With death comes new life

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namazu rising
underworlds and underlords
next up, cthulhu

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The Shinto Spirit
Turned his coat collar up, final look
Then wandered away

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his face a struggle
haunted by thirty five ghosts
"To be alive is hell"

vices and virtues
rewarded or else punished
by fall of the dice

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does anyone else
prefer to go down the snakes
than up the ladders?

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sadly have played this
far more times than i have
indulged in wild sex

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Endless summer hols
Long days swimming in the stream
Nights of snakes and ladders

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Hot night with the kid,
Beer for me and juice for him,
board games and apples

as a child
it would have been thought
these were gods hands

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a minor gesture while
floating with them divine
above sweaty tourists

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so close, within reach
eons pass, great works crumble
distant as ever

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searching for a God
One to touch, not contemplate
thus put on ceiling

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The cracking plaster
reveals the nature of god
more than the painting

would you love
even the most weird
desires of mine

while quivering
as beings built into
a notification board

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we may as well wait
in this sign as the bus will
be along shortly

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a hand extended
into our world, dark and cold
but help is withheld

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winter dreary nights
Milanese purgatory
next stop, unconscious

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people who are not,
happily not waiting here,
some place that isn't