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“The sky was a moving bowl, hairy and white, with the stars chiseled and chipped, spinning in the whole sky,

And the sky was rinsed clear, while the brook rushed on below, cleaving night sounds,

And the whole night moved, an upturned bowl, as if the soul itself had been washed clear,

Of all entanglements, and shone forth, fresh-clean, overturned and opalescent, 

It was as if the soul alone could speak, and having spoken, rippled, rubbed, and crossed, had been drained of speech

And shone forth new-clean, clear-cold, and white, with nothing now within to hold or hide . . .

And I brushed the blowing skeins of lights from my face, stepped back and shut the door, and went inside.”

Ue Wo Muite Arukou ( 上を向いて歩こう )   —  2019