hack
08-10-2011, 09:51 AM
On the road to Nagasaki
pilgrims stop and stare,
the brightness of their vision
lays the cosmos bare.
Standing without shadows,
in their faith and in the glare,
the bow wave upends them,
and then they are not there.
pilgrims stop and stare,
the brightness of their vision
lays the cosmos bare.
Standing without shadows,
in their faith and in the glare,
the bow wave upends them,
and then they are not there.