looks great from up here
from up top the great oak tree
cities underneath
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looks great from up here
from up top the great oak tree
cities underneath
cities underneath,
wondering why haiku has
turned so unmusical...
turned so unmusical...
so why don't you just make it
much more musical?
much more musical
lullaby of butterfly
floating on moonbeams
floating on moonbeams
flying on stars high above
music of it all
music of it all,
as note carries note beyond
the edge of known space
the edge of known space
is too dangerous to walk
step into my heart
step into my heart
the door's wide open for you
please just take a look
please just take a look
what is it you are seeing?
is it likely so?
is it likely so?
that your door is still open
for this late comer
for this late comer
unimaginable fate
awaits quietly
awaits quietly
my love of snowdusk moving,
in the gray ice floes
in the gray ice floes
a hunk of lard, because fat
is insoluble
is insoluble
as the eyelids snow over
in dusk do we part
in dusk do we part -
you there - me here - and just the
world beside the light.