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From the Edges of the Earth
In my youth/ My eyes beheld/ Realities to the millions...
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No sooner Done the deed
They always proceed To feed |
Why not / As a withered bloom / As a beast of field / Whose time has come / Meek and tranquil / Do I bow my head / And cease?
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Once there was/ A mighty king/
And in all lands of his kingdom/ No man lifted/ Hand nor foot/ Without his say |
Over this one thing
I implore You: That my cup of gratitude With a tear is laced |
(a d'vaikus talk)
The droplet yearns for the source. The spark craves the great fire. Shall we plunge into the sea of Nothingness?
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I no longer see
A table, a chair, a lamp . . . Only letters do I see |
From the beauty of the creature/ From the longings of the flesh/ Sparks of Your fire/ Strewn there/ By the pound/ Of Your creation-hammer/ Called to him...
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This one night/ Allow my fantasy/ That death/ I will not see
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"Tell us a story, Grandpa!" begged the children. "Tell us a story about a prince..."
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