Vaporous doorways
in which I'm never to set
foot again
Nestled-back in sub-songs of renunciation
I shook the insects from me as I descended from
altars of fear
shone flashlights of plasma into caverns that
dripped with pearl
Flashes of dream crossed over & spun
like mirrors, those dusky-streets lining the
Naniwa arcades
hours of agony spent in towering-bookstores
where history flapped in the wind
as flags
Seeing her there at the corner, I'd almost
introduced myself, the loquacious-pearls that
spilled from halls-of-jade
I hid in my heart the only thing I truly meant to
say
Who was it walked in silence on those
byways of liquidation
Limbs drifting on the dark-side of mountains
mercury, it was mercury that weighed
us down with the sound-of-silence, in expectation
of nothing yet known
Clouds that lift from her eyes as she
enters the bookstore, cautiously so as not to wake
the sleepers
who astound themselves with star-infested
halls
As they slip from trials-of-slumber, into a chrysalis
of silks that burst from faint-reflections
in the Naniwa arcades
I asked her name, & she said
it was
remembrance
I asked her name, & she said
it was
remembrance
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