A face full of shadow crawling upwards
On the road on a hill, where roadless folks
Once roamed, genocided in a drama
Which portrays its legend romantically,
And children wa-wa at the memory.

白
森
。

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a

Dead stink bug clinging
to the curtain, jasmine buds
heaped with dust like snow.

b

A torrent of hail
granules leap like cubic frogs,
stream down the sloped bricks.

c

Every drop, a flash
as if there never was snow
Shines on the gutter.

d

Cardinals facing east
And west, the sparrow
knew another way!

At the radius
window like a sunburst, wasps!
Thought you were stink bugs!

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What flowers are you
white spots of color through pane
of glass, I'm sweating. 

Snow flurries in spring,
white grid of the window pane.
Can dry leaves skate, huh!

Hierarchies are
the establishment
of systems through time
that preserve a transformation
  of space.
Ancient history
as the far distant future
  of another race.
Though to separate the human
from inhuman is to make
a hierarchy of life.
Creating shadows to fear
out of a flame
that binds us all the same.

白
森
。