A wandering



I was lost
A long time before they found me
Body drifting
Mind apart
Laying somewhere dry
Full of dessicated feelings
Like a crushed can in some postnuke desert of glass
Coyote wandering around
And a man standing on a stone

They found me, you know
Cutted me from an algorithmic dream
Stretching infinitely
In time unbordered

And when i opened my eyes
I only saw you
Warm of skin and black of hair
Gently singing
A song of Edo

I saw you, you know

And an old teapot made of clay
Laying on a tatami floor


Tokyo Monogatari


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