Sentence fragments. Blank pages. Fractured poems rotate endlessly.
Shoulders shunt. Note pad becomes pillow. Everything sinks into black.
Ancient forever flame leaves no prints across vast forests.
An empty gate stands before jeweled cliffs and jade peaks.
There blazing horns and burning hooves sit in readiness.
Return to the world of dust, the words burned off.
And the fire will wait, till they are all mere wisps.
Image found here: http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/hiroshige/mode/all-paintings
The joy of nine and a bit drafts. And written along to this, hence the burning and blazing references. Kenta Kobashi is awesome. Super mega brilliant awesome even:
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