In the darkening brass dusk, a lonely wolf sang
to the kaleidoscope air strip*
crystallized mono-no-aware1
What elusive turns turn needless pages? They sit in
quiet volition – impossible to choose, a circus
unwound upon green surfaces.
Yesteryears tangle in paradoxical webs
conspiracy against memory's grain,
the anchor waits for permission to drift.
A child's forgotten thimble traps the remnant Thread
fraud serene — divinity glances elsewhere;
Here, where stars forgot where North lies,
audible only in the breath of dreamers.
* These are the hymns whispered in absolute lunacy.
1 Mono-no-aware: the pathos of things. Universities retain shadows.