in that one-way mirror again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in that one-way mirror again

 

 

 

 

 

 

high up in his flying train,
he gathers up his
thoughts once again

 

 

 

a seeming intersection
while the Tokyo music
was revivified in his
digital song collections

 

 

 

sure, they never admitted
their needful urges just to
warrant their utmost desires

 

 

 

to live in heaven peacefully
but the firmament,
where was that exactly?

 

 

 

we may forever escape
our scathing and snide
remarks thrown unto each other

 

 

 

the overarching cultural
relativism, capitalism,
individual differences,

language barriers,

denialism & its power

 

 

 

your misdeeds are forgiven
by him, like a muscle twitch
unlike when he needed to scratch
whatever it is when compared

to an itch

 

 

 

he came along
she was the song
but just without words
and tender caresses
of samurai swords

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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