Rabu, 13 Juli 2011

Akiyoshi Cave

Entering your paths. Cold attack. Of water millions of years to carve the stones. I read an underground river. I read somewhere from which the air. I read the graffiti wall without hands. I read the ladders to climb down. Time, settle on the bottom. I keep track lane, in the state of haiku.

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