The last line is borrowed from Mizuhara Shoushi’s “I close the gate | and sit alone with the stones | this beautiful night.” This haiku is perhaps the most influential poem I’ve ever read.10 more words
Dipped in darkness slipped through the cracks, stairs creek,light reflected off screens begins to snatch the eyes, smother the soul.
Before hands touch, before spirits are crushed underneath foot.light signals are picked up.Feet shuffle to bed under sheetsto wrap temptation with love.
The Black Void, a vast array of nothingness that continuously spans over centuries of time. The Void that stares back at you, the Void that sees through the soul and pierces into the deepest sector of your psyche. 881 more words