tsuru kawa

solitude
towards attention

as above

so    b e l o w 

waning gibbous
the scent of rain

an after image -

waking to 3 lines of light.

Bhumisparsa

Tarjani

Abaya

jnana mudra

farge (color)

cultivating the tongue

Bhikku reminds

what one does, is doing

remembered.

first day
elusive
unreliable
waxing gibbous
at
59.

May has arrived,
fulgent, lush,

bloating azalea
first roses, jasmine.

Dreaming avocado,
as the body,
of another
after
after
you.

notes

Toko Shinoda has beautiful ink daughters.

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Niels Bohr's entanglements gourmandise Einstein - it's spooky, gloved stuff.

Spin complementaries, copious quantities of binaries.

Quantum bytes can be made of anyone that behaves as a mixture.
How do we greet these new selves?

Teleporting particles! Tanabata revelation! Refugees from purity!

We need to ask what original really means. We each could behave as if we, like twins,
are fraternal pairs.

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Someday a computer will be the size of a grain of sand. That is, between the tiny and the unseen
we'll work and play.

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1

What if black black

isn't mourning

sewn into lengths

and black black 

(mended, remnant)

doesn't shroud?

Show us, she said,

2

midnight

rain

3

sleep

4

are household gods,

a l i g h t

after death,

or

life after death,

small films

for our small deaths

(the font, fontain, fontanelle)

 and dying.

5

No.

These are

nothing more than dark sounds found in a river.

You're the evening shadow of

crane

egret

white headed thrush

flushed out and

forwarded,

repeating

6

どきどき (dokidoki)

7

gusho gusho  (d r e n c h e d)

bisshori!

8

Drops!

ポツポツ!

Potsu potsu!

There are so many small deaths in

every wet remembered life. 


Doused,

one can be said to

8

shine!

ぴかぴか!

pika pika!

Your eminence, ascendant,

an after-ozone scent.

9

In every atom, Lucretius,

the sound of eternal life is deafening.

ザーザー zaa zaa 

zaaaaaaa zaaaaaaa

zzzzzzzzz   

aaaaaaaa

shhhhhhhhhh

says the skin of the world.

10

Black.

Black

isn't anything

without a sign.

Eyes, ears write too.

11

Careful

of the unessential.

It's not the same as this!

12

This is everything black inside   

an atom

of water

of light

of us.