Poetry
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Aphorisms on a Study of Shadows and Dreams
I Somewhere, someone dreams of me. The sand repeats other sand, the mirror other mirrors. I am an abstraction among abstractions, a dream among other dreams–an emptiness that echoes the voluptuness of nothing. II Shadow, sun, object, people, moon. The sun produces a shadow. A shadow assumes an object. And an object, a shadow. Each… Continue reading
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White Night
I I don’t know where to go. There’s snow everywhere. The sun moves Like a slug, A black road melts, Bathing In the mud Of luster. Noon, the moon peels, poked like egg, made of ivory of dust. But I only see shadows black as snow spilling from the piano. Continue reading
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Kissa Tanto
The kitchen whirlsA scalding breath, stirs The pungent sauce, sizzling The rust-flaked pan, burnt. And then the stump of a cough,Corked and twisted,Stretches the hooked feetWith a clatter of images;The light breaksWith an apparitionOf traffic–The shades sheathe in shades. One must devise the ways To trail down the streetLeading… leading… The ground is not ephemeralThe… Continue reading
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Blues
The sun creeps into the room,The sun creeps into the room,The dust sweeps the room like a broom. Sometimes, a shadow creeps along the street,Sometimes a shadow creeps along the street.Sometimes the shadow and I meet.But as long as it’s a dream, But as long as it’s a dream,That’s only the way it seems. What… Continue reading
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