And then Samara started rocking back
and forth again, her past expression one
again with the current reappearancing
of a normal afternoon phenomenon—
without a ghost of cloud perceptible
within the heavens—indivisible
from space and time or other scientific
certainties the new frontier unearthed.
I never said a word about the limits
she had crossed, or suspicion she had birthed
in my developing terrain of trust
and disbelief, that world of steel and rust
(complete poem to date here)
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
2 months ago
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