I am a vulture
and time is my prey
If it flies, I fly

faster, if it's past
I devour it
in my mind

digesting the flesh
of my experiences
and wearing out my body

until my beak is too weak
and time escapes
to its final ending

In the dim twilight

of the temple my mind finds --


only emptiness.

At dinner, in bed,

and on holiday, always --


Planning & Control.

To bequeath something

of importance isn't easy --


when your world is big.

Alone, in the empty movie theatre
between the carpets
my eyes in half-light

closed, back and thighs
firmly in the chair travelling
through the buzzing space

of busy traffic
of merging and outgoing
in the distance and somewhere

a song slides by
- familiar emotions
on exits without a destination

going around the network of roads
Therefore and because no one
would remember the song

it points out, in half-light, only half
the way, but this does not matter
in the one universe of the journey

He's a man, a life:

Mifune-san has achieved --


nothing, everything.

The almond blossoms:

everyone comes here to watch!


Cars! And radios!