Tag: experimental

when it is time to go i hope it rains

was that a haiku a rap on the knuckles by basho

never truly liberated from the demands of flesh

untamed flesh fills the power vacuum

cloudless sky our eyes steal the light from stars

seek succour in smoke and ripples

the river gods watch as we stumble along the banks

the clouds wait as pond heron readies for the plunge

quiet room eyes survey the landscape of bodies

flow into the deeper states of provocation