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haiku de gras

Tumbling down far
The river hits rapids
And tide pools gather

Fear me, I am god
The wheat stands by, ever growing
The winter shows no pain

Branches move silent
Crystal white forests now sigh
Death still has a voice

Hear me, land beyond
I walk with thunderous steps
All my words are smoke

Again, the ball rolls
Back and forth through spring's soft hands
All children smiling

Scorched, I play no games
Like an eye in the sky, pain
Forever in drought

Amber rain together
Between tear and talc I sit
Dying only now

Swirling, forever
The road unfolds into mist
I still touch nothing

As a bird I fly
Yearlings dancing, frolicking
Green buds applaud with life

Late for school again
My alarm clock is shitty
Ronin-stuck in lot

Tasteless, still I feed
Undone by selfless feelings
All is gone with breath
 
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bong water. "hit the bong with mao ze dong."