Morning brought no change;
with burning scents on the wind
routine drives forward
The haunting persists:
I carry on ignoring
its calls for reset
(Follow up to Senryū 2025.03.27)
I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
…
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn
People say that doing the right thing is the most difficult
They also tell me I should stay
Near starless midnight
Acceptance of wicked truths
Closer than morning
Our wounds cannot outgrow us…
Or can they?
Can they grow and grow and grow further
Until they eclipse us
Rendering us their mere shadow?
I had you all wrong
You were looking out for me this whole time
Loving me in nature’s way
Planting those seeds I cruelly called lies
When I should have been trusting you all along
…
Cannot leave just yet
Cycles repeat and repeat
So much left unsaid
There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three
…
How about
Instead of throwing up our hands
Saying “Nothing matters”
We instead say
“Everything matters”
I ask myself again:
Why shouldn’t the way I live matter to me?
…