#605

the ache of the rake

is eliminated by

the visible change.

---

Written for the Tricycle November 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, rake.

#604

raking in the chips,

the sounds of wins and loss.

it’s always fall.

---

Written for the Tricycle November 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, rake.

#603

Millais: Autumn Leaves

such an idyll i can't find

from raking up leaves

---

Written for the Tricycle November 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, rake.

#602

the daily leaf war

begins, my weapon a rake -

“Just wait,” my wife says.

---

Written for the Tricycle November 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, rake.

#601

nails forming a rake

scratch four lines across my face,

my last fall from grace.

---

Written for the Tricycle November 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, rake.

#600

Hey! Merry Christmas!

so many moments create

each celebration.

#599

dreams about indoor

hockey with pucks takes me back

to those church hall eves.

#598

either out of the 

stream or too far into it

never fitting in

#597

shyness is nice a

now bad man once said and i

try to shake them off

#596

in the sports hall, balls

and shuttlecocks stuck up top

(of cricket nets)

who will rescue them?

#595

sleep-heavy, i lie

contemplating my next move:

late start to the day.

#594 (moments in nights)

a moment in a 

long night lasts a horribly,

awfully, long time.

the moment after

a short night makes you question 

you’ve had enough sleep.

a moment in a

good night might be a long one

in a pleasant dream,

or

a moment in a 

good night might transport you as

you lie back warmly.

a moment in a 

bad night burns itself into

your worst memories.

most moments, most nights,

are just blank pieces of sleep

unworthy of note.

#593

in one long night i

sought to solve all my problems..

this one will not work.

---

Written for the Tricycle October 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, long night, but was not entered.

#592

during the long night,

a distant light gives us hope,

reshapes our faces.

---

Written for the Tricycle October 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, long night. 

#591

the long night returns,

signalled by an owl’s loud hoot,

and a big shiver.

---

Written for the Tricycle October 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, long night. 

#590

no sleep on long nights -

a moment isn’t a moment,

it is a lifetime.

---

Written for the Tricycle October 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, long night.

#589

camping on long nights:

super cosy lie ins and 

early bedtimes too.

---

Written for the Tricycle October 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, long night.

#588

the long night falls once

more and i get lost again,

the streets are so changed

---

Written for the Tricycle October 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, long night.

#587

Full Moon on Forest.

Wet road headlight reflections.

Door to the River.

#586

fox-eating magpies

all three in the road’s middle,

only two dodge cars

#585

fox eating magpies

all three in the road’s middle,

only two dodge cars

#584

the blue door bricked up,

the friendship and history

no more can pass through

#583

in the sports hall and

all the shouts, shame, cries and pain

of old can be heard

#582

in the school gym and

i'm wondering if there's a

hot floor area

#581

in the sports hall, a

quiet morning, kicks echo -

Saturday football.

#580

library sisters

and brothers (and parents too) -

lib’ry assistants.

#579

the only witness

a dragonfly who cares not

for what’s happening

---

Written for the Tricycle September 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, dragonfly.

#578

far from any pond,

dragonflies hover over

our garden, searching.

---

Written for the Tricycle September 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, dragonfly.

#577

the stillest of days,

broken only by the beat

of dragonfly wings.

---

Written for the Tricycle September 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, dragonfly.

#576

her dragonfly brooch,

buzzed as she spoke with passion,

its wings vibrating.

---

Written for the Tricycle September 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Autumn/Fall season word, dragonfly.

#575

in the school hall and

the foldaway climbing frames

have me in a sweat

#574 (On the Elizabeth Line for the first time)

(Setting the scene)

A night at the pub,

The car left on the driveway - 

To the purple line!

(Ilford to Maryland; Maryland to Liverpool Street)

Before and after 

The working day it was

Just the same as before - 

That part of the line

Changed yet unchanging just yet.

That’s for the future.

(Liverpool Street to Farringdon)

Excitement in the

Change, rushing across the way,

Something new awaits.

It's like a vortex!

You go down the escalator 

And get sucked right in.

Inside the vortex,

Platforms so new and modern

I stared in wonder.

A Queue announcement.

(The lying in state one that’s

Dating this story.)

Out of the vortex,

Diamonds and gems to greet me.

I don't know that side.

(Back at Liverpool Street, between the Metropolitan and Central Lines)

Between my two lines,

A new people stream upsets

My old shortcut’s flow.

(After)

The purple line was

Quiet, the red line noisy.

I had forgotten.

Bedtime and happy -

A new place explored but yet

So much more to see.

#573

swimming pool silence,

the sky and clouds above me -

a backstroke in bliss.

#572

the first whisper of

coolness on my cheek or neck,

flood of emotion

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness - but was not entered.

#571

hot heat everywhere

give anything for coolness

just one cool surface

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness - but was not entered.

#570

anticipation

in the queue for the fountain

and its cool relief

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness - but was not entered.

#569

the air con breeze in

forty degree July heat 

is coolness heaven

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness - but was not entered.

#568

in a shady spot,

coolness breezing over me,

humans watch, jealous.

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness.

#567

the first air con kiss,

the first cool breath on your neck -

a sigh of relief.

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness.

#566

the hot panting dog

has one way to keep cool yet

never looks distraught.

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness.

#565

swimming pool silence,

the sky and clouds above me -

a world of coolness.

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness.

#564

in our cool bubble

protected, isolated,

together alone.

---

Written for the Tricycle August 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, cool, or coolness.

#563

a scary thought, Joe:

it don’t matter what is there -

what they think is real.

#562

on a hamster wheel -

a constant uphill struggle,

chasing round and round.

#561

in the sports hall and

the mud incident floods back.

saved for some new shoes.

#560

in the sports hall was

a mess of straight lines laid out -

it confuses me.

#559

window reflection

like a ghost appearing there -

scares - but it's upstairs!

#558 (while reading a book on a bench under a tree in a courtyard at Eastwell)

leaves curled and dried out

in space once filled with cement

is autumn coming?

a tiny ant on 

one of those curled leaves walking.

fragile yet strong.

the roots raise the stones,

not one thing is permanent.

this courtyard, the world.

#557

with the [landmark] gone,

how are you supposed to know

you are nearly home?

#556

North Downs behind me,

the Weald laid out before me -

my Kent countryside.

#555

snakes and serpents lie undisturbed beyond my feet my breathing stops dead

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent - but was not entered.

#554

a snake in the grass

and before me, let one take

the other away

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent.

#553

the longest moment

eye to eye with a serpent -

it ended sharply.

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent.

#552

a line in the sand

not even to be approached.

on seeing a snake.

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent.

#551

a snake round his staff, before me to heal, he said. it devour’d me whole.

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent.

#550

forever staring -

its snake eyes burning through me,

daring me to move.

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent.

#549

serpent out at sea,

looks as lonely as I feel.

the surf eats my hisssss.

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent. 

#548

serpent out at sea,

harbinger of a new age;

we all brace ourselves.

---

Written for the Tricycle July 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, snake, or serpent.

#547

the baby asleep,

shaded and chauffeured around.

The way to travel.

#546

my keys in your lock

feel their way to the floodgates

and release your sighs

#545 (awakening)

your hand on my thigh -

never thought something so small

would turn me on so.

#544

making the first move,

back then a subversive act.

my hand on your thigh.

#543

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees floats with ease

as we shell the peas.

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered.

#542

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees floats with ease

as we watch the fleas

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered.

#541

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees floats with ease

past the rotting corpse.

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered.

#540

the plum blossom breeze

under the trees is like she

has returned to me

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum; but not entered (I don't think).

#539

a plum in my hand,

a moment before biting -

anticipation.

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#538

the plum blossom breeze

alerts my senses to the

changing season’s tides

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#537

with plums i promised

and for a moment the world

stayed still and waited

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#536

under the plum tree

a gentle breeze cannot hide

a rotten carpet

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#535

plum now - still mostly

smooth, yet the mirror shows me

the start of pruning.

---

Written for the Tricycle June 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, plum.

#534

in the sports hall and

"they never told us the rules!"

memories flood back.

#533

keep myself inside, 

cannot understand how they

can expose themselves.

#532 (twelve months to the year)

twelve months to the year

each month its own little quirks,

each month its flavour.

over my shoulder

I look, as well as ahead,

at January's start.

rituals of love -

new, old, hopeful, unreturned,

mark each Febru’ry.

the first flower blooms

of pink and yellow and blue

start the March of Spring.

they say it will rain

in April, little showers.

oft it is sunny.

no violent winds now,

but stormy for exam kids

in the month of May. (and June).

starting to seek to

be curled up and napping like

Leighton’s Flaming June.

sand between my toes, 

ankle deep in cooling surf -

July beach visit.

ice creams near daily

on my holiday abroad

in the August heat.

don’t have to let go

of longer evenings in a

balmy September.

autumn, halloween -

the colours of their template

start in October.

the bonfire smells

don’t last long enough for me.

early November.

the festivities

I have lived through the year for,

throughout December.

twelve months to the year

we circle through them and then

we circle again.

#531

seeking air con life

i stood in tesco for days

i became the breeze

#15

the air itself is hot,

there is nowhere for respite,

i wish i were ice. - 

but would I not melt to death?

i must find a better wish

#530

the air is burning,

there is nowhere for respite,

i try to think cold

#529

early burial

life six foot under the ground

why did i dig so?

#528

hey motherfuckers!

why do I swear so little

in these short haiku

#527

let down by fortune

a message in a cookie

I am a warning

#526

living in my head

or forgotten in corners -

unused ideas

#14

orange and lemon

combined into something new,

a mix of two things.

how many grapefruit people?

how many hybrid people?

#525

murdered by fortune

(the sort you have told to you) -

slowly it crushed him.

#524

soap bubble, soap bub

Ble, soap bubble, soap bubble -

so lovely to say!

---

Written for the Tricycle May 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, soap bubble, but not entered.

#523

transfixed in wonder

not quite daring to touch the

soap bubble floating

---

Written for the Tricycle May 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, soap bubble.

#522

soap bubbles drifting

above the rooftop, tiny

signs of child’s play

---

Written for the Tricycle May 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, soap bubble.

#521

soap bubbles from hands

evoke some of the finest

memories of nan

---

Written for the Tricycle May 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, soap bubble.

#520

soap bubble laughter

seen and heard over the fence

as the sun beats down

---

Written for the Tricycle May 2022 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, soap bubble.

#519

when the end does come,

it will be the most fleeting

moment of your life.

#518

lis’ning to his voice

recording on the platform

became a comfort

#517

a writing week off

and purely accidental

other things on mind

#516

always searching for

continuous improvement -

there is always room

#515

serendipitous

finds on the library shelves - 

pearls are everywhere

#514

outside that loop now,

i can enjoy from afar -

only a voyeur.

#513

i won't take doughnuts

when anyone is looking

(i want it secret)

#512

along Forest Lane

“in an interstellar burst”

crying in the car

#511

follow the ginger 

tail to the ends of the earth - 

All hail campus cat!

#510

Orla, spread your wings - 

encase your friends completely,

they need protection.

#509

ginger campus cat

basking in the morning sun,

the afternoon shade.

#508

always round the back

basking in the sunshine there -

do its owners know?

#507

the light from shadows

is the most bright light of all -

for you lit the match!

#506

in one hand is light,

in the other is darkness.

now to find balance.

#13

light from my pockets

I bring out to dispel dark

thoughts that surround me.

activities are the thing

to keep my mind from wand’ring.

#505

fellow travellers

searching for the light of spring

can’t escape winter

#504

walking where I would

normally be driving I 

curse all the traffic

#503

walking where I would

normally be driving I 

crush snails by mistake

#502

walking where I would

normally be driving I

meet my neighbour’s cat

#501

from my hand it grew

and flew across the bathroom

his smile growing.

#500

it seems these aren’t right

i like my simplistic ways

no apologies

#499

if you’re all at sea

with no way to navigate

just give me a ping

#498

the smell of deep heat

and i feel cleansed instantly

on each arrival.

#497

when walking the floor

counting, I can't understand…

(the)

cold stare of hatred

#12

so many haiku

so much counting on fingers

so many thoughts thought

minds addicted to writing

can never stop transcribing

#496

lego floods the floor

like a river’s burst its banks:

the sign of the boy.

---

Written for the 2021 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#495

tingle in my heart

last thing I will ever feel.

winter (frozen hard).

---

Written for the 2021 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#494

ev’ry autumn I 

remember how I fell too.

leaves on the surface.

---

Written for the 2021 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#493

dragonfly hovers

as still as I sit watching.

how long can we hold?

---

Written for the 2021 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#492

flowers in the cracks,

life sprouting where there’d been none.

spring in the city.

---

Written for the 2021 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#491

despite all the doubt

and the imposter syndrome.

you belong here

#11

why can’t I speak clear?

confidence or laziness,

inability?

the barrier stands between

my inside and outside selves.

#490

trading blows and taunts, 

waiting to drag you down.

circling the drain’s edge.

#489

sitting quietly

mulling over what he said

letting it sink in

#488

a chip in a mug

a time to restart, reset:

smash it on the floor.

#487

standing proud over

the new road full of traffic

a once grand bridge

#486

i’ll walk you over 

i’ll take you across the bridge

            when the time comes.

#485

knock at the window,

“just something they like to do.”

a strange behaviour.

#484

skip between shadows

on all those in-between days,

looking for hot spots.

#483

is that a new hand?

no, sorry, that’s an old hand.

Teams makes new phrases.

#482

that wiseness in youth

that fades slowly over time.

old then, younger now.

#10

could this become more?

the question we ask to grow -

we are all flowers

eternally growing in 

the direction we hope for.

#481

the rose in my heart

is in perpetual bloom;

the deepest of reds.

#480

the security,

the safety I find in them.

imagined places.

#479

the voice is silent -

how to find them in the dark?

how to find the lost?

#478

not this place, not there,

not accepted anywhere.

has movement trapped us?

#477

her Final Draw fags,

fictional yet foreboding,

they shortened nothing.

#476

a diff’rent man now,

changed so much by circumstance.

life can fuck you up.

#475

my manifesto, 

things I would like to have done.

lamps in the sunshine.

#474

the hand that takes mine

keeps my spine from splintering,

the hand that holds mine

#473

the end satisfies

in a way unknown before

when you take it slow

#472

you can take more in,

notice things unseen before

when you take it slow.

#471

all of the strands

join to form a strong hand. 

my own ikigai.

#470

automatic hands:

before i know where i am,

i’m back on that site.

#468

i discovered your

disappointment - my heart sank,

i said fuck for you

#469 (a modern erasure of history)

photos of past loves

lost on unused computers.

no one really cares.

#467

daffodil covered

gravestones change the cemetery

to a place of life

#466

the sun on the path

lights the way i want to take,

the way back to you.

#465

so convinced she’s real - 

those eyes that draw me right in.

Kiki Smith’s Lilith.

#464

are the bathers ghosts,

the spirits of those who drowned?

the strangeness of art.

#463

in the failing light

the roses still shine so bright.

as do we, always.

#462

i only want this -

take my imagination.

the dreamer’s lament.

#461

i only want this.

take my imagination,

i don’t want to dream.

#460

i don’t want to see.

take all my understanding,

i don’t want to know.

#459

tidyman tidies

we hope that he recycles

but we do not know

#458

life is going round

and round and roundabout still.

the recycling sign.

#457

there’s sand in the rain,

dirtying all around here.

I just washed the car!

#456

sand blown north, strange light.

an oddness hangs over us,

not apocalypse.

#455

86 broke free - 

though not outside the prison,

she still lives inside.

#454

we’ll be elephants

together, after we die.

my five-year-old said.

#453

invisible death,

unseen it swept your features,

froze them forever

#452

each knock at the door

casts a shadow on his face

what is he hiding?

#451

each knock at the door

sends a shiver down his spine

what happened to him?

#450

chatter on the chat

the keyboard rat a tat tat

a whole new language

#449

sun at my window

beckons me out of my gloom

but it’s cool in here

#448

there - a sudden change -

little sprigs of white brightness.

new trees, new blossom.

#447

Camellias bloom

and fade most beautifully

from pink to orange

#446

the bright yellow fields

tell me the season’s ending - 

what shall my team reap?

#445

tea by the window,

let me show you the view - no -

sorry -

the 

long 

drop.

#444

Janus at year’s end,

and at the year’s beginning,

always looks both ways.

#443

waited to be named,

I couldn’t leave without one.

twenty-five hours.

#442

so easy to judge,

but I don't even know you.

or my own future.

#441

page 63 self

just the start of the story.

current page unknown.

#440

the other world, it

Wing Island it's called

entertains and it distracts

another life since childhood

it fills up my time

a life imagined

#439

springtime in cities -

a few signs show the changes;

my nose feels the trees.

#438

plants in the park (trees?)

look like two long-necked creatures

sloping gang-i-ly

#437

should I read Kafka?

in meantime, I have -

for he didn't want me to,

one published in his lifetime:

a moral pickle?

my little loophole.

#436

I don’t believe in facts,

Said a policeman one day.

This story is true. 

#435

He looks beyond me,

Behind me far down the path.

I walk ever on.

#434

i should have told you.

the betrayal cuts me deep

as i remember.

#433

that tranquil moment

when it all comes together.

the space that opens.

#9

i need to defeat 

myself every single day,

especially on

interview days like this one -

have to wrestle back control.

#432

they work together,

never seen at the same time.

brother thieves at work.

#431

close to joy, delight

by the vast beautiful sea.

the meanings of names.

#430

underneath the top

layer is every past me

fighting for control

#429

like a season’s change,

it came more gradually.

the apocalypse.

#428

concrete entombed trees

buildings block their light ration

reach up to find sky

#427

the silence I made

didn’t know you would live on

when the music played

#426

fireworks mark midnight

our breath mingles as mist

and mirrors our souls

#425

cemetery wind

cuts right on through to the bones

of living and dead

#8

the secret is said: 

never mention the black stripe,

it confuses things:

they cannot see the unseen,

or two sides at the same time.

#424

grass pokes through the cracks

green against grey like a light

spring sprung in london

#423

the guy in the red trousers is a psychopath no returns too scared

#422

his worlds divided

'tween good and naughty persons.

wherever he plays.

#421

even sometimes when

just walking around the house

he still holds my hand

#420

wandering around

looking for those who need help

roving in circles

#419

so nice at the start,

a stark change in his last scene.

old man's deception.

#418: #125: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.105

the wrapping that held

them safe for all of these years.

protect them always. (ah, there we are then)

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

#417: #124: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.105

strange, I’m lost for words -

at the end they have failed me.

this is a whimper.

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

#416: #123: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.104

the noble box that

looks after the pictures drawn

by an old man’s brush.

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

#415: #122: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.104

the box is now closed,

another chapter over.

soon to look ahead.

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

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thank you dragon horse

for the gift of future sight.

divination ‘grams.

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

#413: #120: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.102

in the dark storm’s rain

they would never lose their way.

Wu’s men’s advantage. 

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

#412: #119: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.102

through the rain they walked,

their path always before them,

never wavering.

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#411: #118: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.101

in a dream they came,

ethereal man and book - 

they taught me so much.

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#410: #117: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.100

the new year’s day fear

writ large across their faces,

plans cancelled again.

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#409: #116: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.100

firecrackers blow

and bang, mountain spirits fly.

new year rituals.

Written and published to coincide with the Hokusai: The Great Picture Book of Everything exhibition at the British Museum. 

#408: #115: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.99

in the sky they met

diff’rent stories, diff’rent paths

that one time the same

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#407: #114: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.99

dreams and life differ

so much and yet they mirror

the other strangely

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#406: #113: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.98

in a molten hot

moment he mashes his mind.

an angry man dies.

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#405: #112: Banmotsu ehon daizen zu 万物絵本大全図 (Illustrations for the Great Picture Book of Everything) - 2020,3015.97

our (mother) queen of the west

no beginning and no end

but patriarchy

out on mount kunlun

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