metaphors
the future
there is only one way in
the way we came out
in a previous past
the pillars guarding
the river in the jungle
under the nest
below the two mountains
under the moon’s smile
the dome of venus
the musk ox
roughly calling
down heaven’s scent
as eventide flows
the red bridge
has been crossed
in the pagoda the sun sets
the night grows
tomorrow is tomorrow
the gate is closed
in the walled garden
the herbaceous border
is full of next year’s blooms
sitting on a seat
it all seems so perfect
we met for a chat and things
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