A weekend (Kyoto XXXV)

Last weekend. A bar opening at friends' place (had my videos presented there), a walk around Tetsugaku no michi and Okazaki, new cafés and restaurants. Kyoto seeps deeper inside.

We as trees, gods as mountains.

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They stand guard and pulsate through walls. We call them and they come, like a storm hurries after dance.

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It's singing in the power lines, entwining everything loose into a soft foam. Mouths appear and map the field's vastness.

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In a little while cities are recycled and generations generated. Yet I'm stuck in slowmo, gasping.

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In the setting sun, liars hum 

Blind in the night, fingers burn,

They walk eyes wide 

with the ones that crackle, 

twitch 

and

shine,

In the morning,

piles of sticks,

side by side

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Trying to catch people turning into smoke.

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The mountains gathered mass as the table dined upon me.

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Drawing backwards and the mind vanishes in front of me.