A hidden being
For Akira Shimizu, a poet
His voices
Still remain
In my room.
So fragile,
Are his words.
So unusual,
Is his silence.
He’s now
Outside language,
Namely the world.
A death, a hidden being.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. Auguries of Innocence William Blake