poetic fragments 23

Two breads

On the table.

One is round,

The other is cubic.

I’ve just eaten.

They become me.

I’m round and cubic.

The moon

Over the wheat field

Also into me.

I take a walk

By Mare Tranquillitatis,

Being round and cubic.

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Going mad

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　For D.H

You’ve vanished in your bed.

Blue and blue

Were your words.

You rejected

Sanity and insanity.

You were suspicious of

Every certain proposition.

So profound

Were your eyes.

So brilliant

Were your jokes.

You never acted.

You're invisible.

You’re me.

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Late life

You’re made

Out of memories.

Smiling on the bed,

Crying on the bed,

Getting angry on the bed.

You’re in the country

Without memories.

You’re nowhere.

You grow older

In the land

Without time.

You’re everywhere.

You ’re made

Out of memories.

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Answer

On the still stone path

In rainy winter Bern

I forget myself.

Before the bronze snake

In eternal winter sleep

I forget myself.

I am an answer

To someone

Who had lived

On the ground.

An insane answer.

An insomnia answer.

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The smell

Of fire

In the winter nights.

The street trees

Burn without fire.

My lost key

Becomes

Colder and colder.

Eternity;

Fear

I have.

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A song

Sings us.

It

Finishes.

And we

Vanish.

Silence

Survives silence.

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Remain

Waiting for something

Is loving it.

And it necessarily goes.

December rain

Falling in my memory.

I have no umbrella.

I leave,

Memories remain.

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Sky

A clock

On the wall.

2:00 am.

He was a boy

Who dreamed of

The blue sky.

Lost stars.

Lost people.

He meets them

in his dream.

Despair

Resembles

The deep blue sky.

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Return

Water

Always returns

To the origin.

The origin

Of you.

I think I know

It’s untouchable snow.

A shadow bird

In your eyes.

It returns in winter

To the place where

The mountain and the river meet.

Language

Always returns

To the silence.

I’m just a wrong language.

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Someday

Rain to snow.

Death to Earth.

Human to the sea.

Whales never fail

To swim.

But we sometimes

Fail to even take a walk.

Rain

Which reminds me

Of my death to the sea.

Rain’s falling

Inside of me.

Winter rainy day

Is the day

When I wear the back.

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Silence

That is universal

In the galaxy.

Only human beings

Are nosy.

Sometimes

We look for silence

In our words.

Death

That is universal

In the galaxy.

Only life

Has colors.

So we sometimes

Wear the black.

Madness

That is universal

In the galaxy.

Only sense

Makes societies.

So we sometimes

Kill our neighbor.

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A mobile phone

Makes me lonely.

I tried to hear

Wind's words from you.

I tried to hear

Fire's words from you.

But I heard

A baby crying.

A mobile phone

Makes me lonely.

It knows

Words outside

Of words.

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I've lost my cards
That identify myself,
Open the door,

Bring me to a psychiatrist,

And give me chances to dream.

Cards are life.

I've lost my cards

In the moonless night.

I've lost even my death.

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Crows fly

Across the November river.

They never rush.

They fly to the past

In the yesterday sky

Across the last year river.

Time doesn’t fly

But stays in the past.

And

I

Walk

Toward  

The death

That I never experience.

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I talk about
Snow outside
Murder by a neighbor
War overseas.

I enjoy the linguistic game
Around a stunted thought.

A Japanese poet said,
" I shouldn't have remembered words."

I agree with him.
But the world without words
Has no behaviors.

I'm seeing
Snow falling from my room.

He didn't deny
Some responsibility
For the world
Where it snows violently.

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The first snow

On the silence of stones

The single color

Painted the diversity

A rose as red as blood

In your hand

I’ m surprised

At the contexts of snow

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The city lights
Reflected on the winter lake
Genève is now
In the scent of full moon

Sadness in his eyes
The truth in his falsetto
The lake is too pellucid

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At the end
Of a bare corridor,
Autumn leaves
In sunlight
There are always answers
In my memory
But no questions
No writings

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The shade on the desk
Of a small stone
From Lac Léman
Winter has come in it

The sound of silence
Somewhere

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All the rivers
To the sea
All the living now
As the cosmos flowers
Beyond love
Beyond poetry

A boy's counting stars

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Time flows slowly
Through the land
The sun never sets
Over the lake
A still winter
In a swan

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The deep winter sky -

A hawk falling

Into it

Another moon

Another vanity

poetic fragments 1

The autumn water
In the glass
Rhein still runs
In it.

I'm satisfied
The earth is round.

Haiku op. 277

(photo) sprouts of rice








peony flowers -
even their shadows
have colors

five line poetry 1

(photo) hydrangeas










white paper:
world doesn't still begin
words are at the edge of the world
we often fall it out
- breezing there