Sorry
naye that it has taken so long, but as promised here is the poem Shadow World that I was talking endlessly about in Hokkaido.
SHADOW WORLD
Between dusk and night
Between blindness and sight
That is the shadow world
The one dying its red blood flowing
The other strong full and white
As is in the shadow world
Sight blinds the
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