The insects have bewitched her

Older⇀

Tent-ridden

I was amazed

by the sensation that

embraced me

unbelievably unfolded

like the magic carpet

made of

lotus petals

i found myself at the bottom of a lake

A body

by:

(the) Sea

breath that follows me

air

I breathe: from

and then suddenly

my eyes

forgave

the light

on my face

and right there under

a tree (under once said Sea)

Trees that have been uprooted from

A drought

s lanted vertically

hunching their branches

for arches to travel through

and in that shade

 I saw

Treasures and

a chest of a carcass

that

blessed

rocks

form 

from grain

and grow spots

and mold

symmetrically

in shapes unknown to books on earth

if you think of

what a hand

can hold

and

make with what books might refer to as love

the sea started it

swallowed itself

and leaving open space with nothing else

Except one thing

p u r e i n s t i n c t 

:

the pattern framed on dangling leaves

has

it

the spiders spinning tangles of webb

is twirled

in it

my legs

will

someday

stop

and

my heart

will flutter

no longer

The wind may never die

The wind may leave before me

what wallows

in shallow atmospheres

is the slightest

piece

of

inu1941-1966:

筒井康隆 時をかける少女

(Source: inu1941-1966)

taishou-kun:

Hamaya Hiroshi 濱谷 浩 (1915-1999)
Children singing in a snow cave, Niigata 新潟 Prefecture - 1956

taishou-kun:

Hamaya Hiroshi 濱谷 浩 (1915-1999)

Children singing in a snow cave, Niigata 新潟 Prefecture - 1956

taishou-kun:

Kids in the streets of Hiroshima

Photos by Emmanuelle Riva - 1958

taishou-kun:

Suma Shigeru 須磨しげる (1898-1946) & Yokoyama Michiko 横山美智子 (1895-1986)

Flower girl story sugoroku 少女花物語双六 & details of the game - January 1925

Luna moth

Luna moth

the purpose of word to me is not to discover the numbers on
the )scale
they are stones
stepping in front of a not her
eluding the pre
Vail ing summer
in a summery can set the moon in
a
SUNDIAL
. the volume which by breath we breathe
it is as simple stitch
has woven a thread
of heaven
head
high
top of hills
still under the blankets that is discovering the walk of ways words
in piece stones to stand
still
I ex
plain.
()

as long as you go old
keep
.
take it or leave it
sell it or throw it somewhere empty where trash lands
and no hands
you won’t be needing to sew me shut
I
incapable of knowing
where
to
go , to find the truth
your words are practice
the path
leads to the truth.
so eve if I may try
to jingle some tribe
out of vessels
that are made from flesh
that enslave such flesh as there cells lie grave
toem

I many trees must a limb learn to live it needs them still
at the beginning just as the end
to lean on and to bend