One Word Song

Her Wind comes from nowhere
Neither north nor south,
Neither east nor west,
Yet it blows, howling and wild.
Harmony of her sleepless sorrow Wind,
Is a calibered whistle with a lashing tail of ice,
Screaming, screaming as ripping silk,
An obi unwinding forever, her body spinning.
Death and red hair, evidence embedded,
Music, prayers, dreams, children, fly free.
Burned lips carefully placed in an O,
She sings her one word death song, Wind.
Bear … 09.18.2015

Red Hair

Obi = 帯



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