a japanese painting
and the ghost town called
come in
welcome
in the way that the drift of falling
draws the lids down
and the floating
draws the conclusion
look
around and around
there is no one sound
to stay the tree’s hand
above the waterfalls of
completion
let it be we say
let it be me
away there in the mist
waving in the fir trees
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