Sight Unseen

After looming assassins
worn solitude
acceptance pledged recognition
who fails, who escapes
detachment, compassion, wisdom
charm & exhaustion

not a gull, not
not The Golden Bough

prophetic birds

"the floating world"

either way I never got to say goodbye

souls returning from distant shore

the wind

years gone by evidently
some things still hurt

but ever the underwater arcades
a pale shade of silver
w/Jesuit resolve
indulge me that
translated from a long time back