yūgao no I
dream of making
tana tsukuran to a
trellis for moon-flowers
omoedomo to
climb
aki machigatenu but
oh my life that will not
waga inochi kamo bear
the weight till autumn!
Note: How on earth can anyone
stand to live with me? I’ve borne the
weight till autumn, by the way, but not gracefully.
Tonight we adjourned again to our drive, a majestic platform
fit for Chariots Of The Gods? visits, at significant sunset. We live deep inside forest and overlook woods and rises from Signal Hill, Chester County's apex. Light the most beautiful I had ever
seen; no Hollywood artificer-necromancer conjuring A Midsummer’s Night Dream light could
possibly have improved it. It fit my inside-outside-somewhere
I guess mood, was substrating, honest and real. No ballooning spiders but instead a stone, a
leaf and an unfound door.
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