Sunday, August 1, 2010


There a sea roars in front of me
in formidable rhythm
with no change
from the day I wrote my first
I searched for one like that
the unchangeable,
predominant ones,
black stone deities
bamboo flutes
sky, infinite horizon
Rest all changed
in periodic intermissions
like day and night
like cloudy shadows
And from my very origin
I see in front the same sea
from sea shore to seashore
to the ultimate horizon
with no change to mark upon….

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