Blank pagessoliAug 7, 20201 min readWhen I hold your diaryunfinished, it hides no blank pages;for the could-have-been entriesare keento be seen, like words alivebleeding throughfrom the other sides.
StomataA drop loses herself in the puddle, The river's spirit is engulfed Ushered downhill from high To low altitudes all sentient sentiment...
The Wind Plays a Twisted FluteI When told a twisted flute cannot carry A dulcet tune, that we are all hollow now, try as we might To ignore distant calling chimes....
Humus weighs heavy (a tanka)Humus weighs heavy Swaddled in thick mire mantle Sleep now, nimble bud Among writhing roots forlorn Tall shall sprout Sun's blade reborn
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