The end is coming
Feel nothing, no weeping
Your wishes and desires are buried in an abundant pinewood
What underneath your feet is the sea, in which you come from
Sunshine on your shoulder and climbing till the tips of your figures
Becoming an anquatic plant growing on the earth with no water
Sunshine feeding you
Darkness approaching you
Leaving you with dark eyes in your mouth
Sunshine left a trace
Nothing changes
Rest as the world marches on...

 

-----Butofu for the practice. 2014 

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