2007
05.25
05.25
Cult Film, TV, Geek Art
i miss the japanese night
with her swollen melancholic moon
the sad grey clouds sporadically lit
by exploding stars
and the hum of rice growing
under the furtive haiku breeze
but i miss the night more in conversation it seems
my eyes betray me but my words do more
than convey the elusive and futile nostalgia
for the past
“you never step in the same river twice.”
i heard.
and yet i’ve walked through that one single
japanese night
for over a thousand lifetimes
and I’m in awe
at always the same place
the same time
and in the same footprints.